No, really, I've fucking had enough.

This is getting beyond a joke, and I'm finding it harder and harder to stay calm every time it happens.


Kat rang her Mum today to see if she's OK to go back to the normal "Kat's Mum takes the kids on Wednesdays and Thursdays from 11am, so Kat and Steve can, y'know, go to work and stuff." plan.

She's now saying that she doesn't want to be in the house with "Hhhiiiiiim".[/whinyfuckingvoice]

This being a follow-up to a few weeks ago when she turned up
half an hour before she was supposed to
and started giving it "Oh, I might go away and come back later for you" to Kat - Who she was supposed to be taking shopping for bridesmaids' dresses, dropping sproglets off at my Mum's for a while. ( She can't navigate to Newton Mearns, so Kat had to go with for that part of the journey. )


So she was 30 minutes early - Fraz and G were picking me up to be at The Dream event we were helping organise to be at the shop for 10am. At about 5 to, I commented to Kat that "I think Fraz and G have told me to be ready half an hour before they actually need me to be! Heh. Gits."

Well, the silly old cow must have misoverheard this, since a little later I was sitting minding my own business, when she stuck her head into the hall and spat "Oh, and BY. The. Way. I was told to be here at HALF PAST NINE. Right?".

This kinda confused me, I had no idea WTF she was on about.
I went into the lounge to ask.

"You know. I heard what you said to Kathryn about me being here early. Well I was told half past nine and that's that."

I told her, then. POLITELY, and actually backed off across the room so she can't come out with any more lies about me being intimidating...
"Well, two things.

One, I was there when Kat said ten o'clock. And two, I was talking about Fraz and G telling me to be ready early, I said nothing about you."

"That's your story."

"I'm sorry? Are you calling me a liar? I'd appreciate it if you believed what I said, since I AM telling the truth."

"Just shut up."

At that point, my voice raised. Slightly.
I still wasn't shouting.


I spoke slowly, and clearly... but loudly so she couldn;'t fucking pull the "I'm deeeeeeeeeeaff"[/fuckingwhinyvoice] card.

"I will not be disrespected and accused of being a liar in my own home."

"I'll get out of it, then."

And she fucked off.

Yup.
She was meant to be taking her daughter shopping for fucking BRIDESMAIDS' DRESSES, and she fucked off in a huff.


Oh, and also...
Dave's no longer giving Kat away.
Her Mum is.

I am fucking seething at this.
Her Mum has caused us nothing but problems, and given us nothing but grief.
What little help she gives us in terms of babysitting while we're at work is still given grudgingly, and peppered with whinging and moaning.

But I'm the one in the wrong, and she's refusing to even help with the kids now.
So Kat has to take tomorrow off work.



Alllll of this is on top of us offering to help pay for the insurance for her new car.

And that's another fucking story.
She was given a quote for £1200 over 3 years.. TOTAL. That's ALL she pays for this car.
And she moaned she couldn't afford it.

I said that Kat and I would put something to it - After all, she does drive the kids around and all.

All I got was a dirty look, she being obviously pissed off that I hadn't offered to pay the lot.
Fuck that. Not happening. She has nothing she needs to pay for aside from food and electricity/TV/phone bills.


Then a few days later, she gets a "verbal offer" on the phone, that somehow results in the £1200 being waived?

She's not got anything in writing yet... Or at least, she's not shown us anything.

Someone, somewhere, is bullshitting about something in this matter.

I can fucking feel it.
I don't know what's going on, but something ain't right.

And I know fine well that if she does end up getting stuck with the bill in one go, it's us she'll whinge at to pay it.



Seriously, she's a liar, a manipulator, a whinging fucking child.

And if she keeps up her bullshit making our lives hard then I seriously, honestly and definitely do NOT want her at any wedding of mine.

If she's gonna fuck us around this much, with hte entire goddamn family's attitude being "Let her away with it. Can't do anything else." then it's her or me.

We keep letting her have her own way, then she keeps expecting it.
She needs to fucking learn to respect other people, to LISTEN to them, and that things will not always be the way she wants them.

Oh, yeah... Did I mention the butter?

She keeps gouging the butter.
So water condenses in the gouges, and it goes off.


I asked her politely not to do this.
I was ignored.

So I grabbed a marker pen, and wrote on the tub:
"Please do not gouge".

I was ignored.
So I grabbed a bit of paper, and wrote:
"No, really. Please do not gouge."


She rang Kat, and Kat's aunt, to moan.
"I couldn't believe the cheek of it!"

Kat pointed out that the gouging is irritating.
Kat's Aunt - A supposedly responsible adult?
"I hope you gave it a right big gouge, to teach him a lesson."

Uh huh. So that's how this family respects the property of other people, is it?

And she later said to Kat:
"
I mean, the sheer cheek! He's already written it on the tub itself!"

YES!
I FUCKING HAD, YOU MORON!
AND YOU COULDN'T FOLLOW A SIMPLE FUCKING REQUEST LIKE THAT, COULD YOU?!?!

Honestly, if I didn't need her in my home if we want to work, I'd outright tell her where to fucking go.
This goes on, and on, and on... I'm near the end of my tether and it's just lucky I seem to keep finding more tether.
Something's got to give someday though. My hand still hurts because I slapped it off a wall today without even knowing I did it.
I can't6 take this.

And if she does thing one to ruin our fucking wedding day, then there will be a fucking scene and a half.
I will not take any of her shite on that one day of my life.

None.