Friday, 11 July 2014

Those little things are getting me down

23/5/09 

Eldest scared the life out of me by screaming blue murder about an earwig, you would have thought he was being murdered the noise he was making. Youngest went into his bedroom to kill it for him but just got a mouthful of abuse to “fuck off”.

24/5/09

I took clean bedding into eldest's bedroom, all was going well until I chucked what I just took off his bed onto the bedroom floor, he screamed at me that I “was giving him a panic attack and doing it on purpose” He frightened the life out of me screaming at me like that. I told him to quit screaming at me as he was going to make me have a heart attack, he then throws all the clean clothes sitting on top of his drawers out of his room and on to hall way floor, he tells me that I “have contaminated everything now and they all had to be washed again now they were no longer clean” I wanted to strangle him. God knows why I have not snapped yet, I am truly scared that one day I will as this is a frigging daily nightmare, he makes my head spin and my nerves on edge every minute of every day. My bloody washing line has snapped too so I need a new one. The kitchen is now like a Chinese laundry with clothes and bedding piled high for washing and they were all clean not ten minutes ago.


I text adopted daughter to see if she is free for a chat, I tell her about eldest, I told her I am walking on so many egg shells that my feet feel cut to shreds, she said “he is nought but a cheeky fecker and to just boot him up the hole” that made me laugh. I would have every professional at my door if I threatened to do this to eldest for real.

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