Well.. I've been screwed over plenty in my life. 3 certain people come to mind. Numero Uno- We don't even speak her name anymore. Just hearing her name makes me want to vomit because she is such a horrible person. Here's the story: she had moved back up here from LV and she invited herself to stay in the extra room in my apartment. I didn't want her there in the first place. But she was my moms friend so whatever.. Anyway, I set up a few ground rules. The most important was- She couldn't have her 6 kids live on my living room floor!! Well, I came home one night at like 11-ish and she was mad that I didn't call her and tell her I was coming home late. She was waiting up to tell me that I should have called her. I told her earlier that day that her 2 girls couldn't spend the night because I might have Carter. She said, "Well can my girls come over and we can all watch movies and bake cookies and stuff." That was a load of crap because she just wanted them to spend the night regardless of what I thought. So as she waited up for me to come home, I guess she had thought that she turned into my mother. She is wrong. She started yelling at me because I didn't come home with Carter and I said that ya... my cousin decided just to keep him home that night. She replied with, "So my girls COULD have spent the night. But you didn't call and tell me? You could have called after your cousin called you and told me. Then they could have come over after that!!" Well first of all, let me mention again that its MY apartment. And second, her daughters are druggy whores. So I didn't want them at my apartment!! Anyway.. a couple nights later, I showed up and DID have Carter. He was probably 2 years old around this time. He was asleep by the time we got back to the apt so I was carrying him in. I also had my cousin Tory with me. When I walked in, 5 of her 6 kids were sprawled across my living room. They were watching a movie and I had asked them if they could sit on the floor because Carter slept on the couch. They said "well I'm sitting here right now.. so put him on the floor." Well let me just add again that I have a 2 year old asleep in my arms and I'm trying to lay him down. I went in and layed Carter on my bed. I asked them why they were all there and they said they were babysitting. One of her kids was like 5 or whatever but still, he didn't need 5 people babysitting him. So pick another lame excuse. Then again I asked them to sit on the floor. They didn't cooperate. So that's when I called my wonderful mom. She gets things done! :) So I called my mom and filled her in on what was going on. Then she wanted to talk to the oldest kid. I handed him the phone and said "here, my mom wants to talk to you." If you would have seen his face, you would enjoy this part as much as I do. :) he looked like right there he had just crapped his pants. It was HILARIOUS!!!! He is afraid of my mom! So he can act all "tough guy" when he's talkin to me but gets a little scared when it comes to my mom! Haha! Anyway.. She told him to straighten up and sit on the floor. And he came back with, "Well we told her that we just wanted to finish the movie which is another 10 minutes then everybody else was gonna leave and I'm just gonna wait with my little brother til my mom comes home." That's total BS!! But he's afraid of my mom. I know how to deal with certain people! :) Anyway.. my mom finally told him to quit being a selfish jerk and let me put Carter on the couch. What a great mom I have! :)
So finally the mom came home. She was drunk. I was sitting in my room talking to my cousin and she was yelling at my door "Shantel.....Shantel.....Shantel come here!" Finally I walked out and said "Yes?" She started yelling at me (YES IN MY OWN FREAKIN HOUSE)!!
The conversation went a little bit like this:
"why do you get to have someone spend the night and my kids don't get to spend the night?"
"Well you have 6 kids and you wanted all of them to freakin live here! This is an apartment! And my cousin is just spending the night tonight to help me with Carter."
"Well that's a stupid rule. Why do you have to be a biatch about it?"
"Excuse me? This is my apartment! Who do you think you are?!"
"Well I pay half the rent here too! So you can't play that card Shantel!" (She was supposed to pay us half the rent but we still haven't seen it and that was back in Oct '08) (I should have replied with: oh ya.. did that get lost in the freakin mail? Haha! I'm so mean!)
"Whatever.. I'm not even gonna fight with you about this!"
Then I walked into my room. Called my mom and told her that this lady is a biatch! Then she called my name again in her awful voice.. I walked out and said:
"What?!"
"Did you eat 1 of my top ramen?"
"No, maybe it was one of your 5 freakin kids that you had covering my living room!"
"Well they just wanted to visit me. They never get to see me because you never let them over here!"
"Well you weren't even here, you were at the bar. And I never said your stupid kids couldn't come over and visit. I said that they can't live here!!" (They must of caught the stupid from her! Haha!!)
"Well how would you like it if someone told you that you couldn't see your mom? That's what you're doing to me! You're not letting me see my kids!"
"I NEVER SAID THAT YOU COULDN'T SEE YOUR FREAKIN KIDS. YOU CAN GO SEE YOUR KIDS AT THEIR HOUSE OR GO MEET THEM AT A FREAKIN PARK OR SOMETHING!! I never once said that you couldn't see your kids so get over it!"
"Well you're just being so mean to me! What do you want? Do you want me to move out?"
"YES!!!!" Then I walked into my room.
Let's just add a few more details to this story so you get the whole picture.
1.When I was at work one day.. she packed up all of her crap. I came home and there was only 1 box left on the counter. It contained a set of OUR sheets. I was in my room. She grabbed the box off the counter and left. I opened the front door and she was outside. She looked at me and said, "bye!" And I slammed the door! We never saw the money or our key again. So we started locking the other lock! Who knows what else of ours she stole when she was packing up!!
2. A year earlier at my brother's graduation, she had the nerve to say, "I wish that you would have turned out better like my kids." Let's see.. you mean your kids that have babies while on heroin, continue to smoke heroin, do cocaine, get pregnant at 15, sleep around, get drunk and take drugs they don't even know what kind, try to smuggle drugs in their crotch to canada, and call the cops on your husband? Oh ya those kids.. ya they are such winners! I wish I could be just like them! Haha. Are you freakin serious?
3. About 6 months after she yelled at me in my own freakin house.. She talked to my mom and asked her when I was gonna stop hating her. Are you serious? After you called me a biatch in my own house after I let you live there rent free? Well, I've come to this conclusion and wanted to add this to her:
I don't hate you. I would have to care to hate you. I just pity you. You think that your life is great but you should all be in jail or just let your druggy kids overdose already! So get over yourself because you are nothing! You are trash and you use everybody! I hope one day you actually become a descent human being that is actually worthy of being alive. So good luck with your stupid screwed up kids and your awful husband who thinks he's a good singer. Most people just wanna punch him in the face!!. But the bottom line is: Do not contact me. Do not say my name. Don't even think my name! EVER!!! Thinking of you makes me want to vomit!! You know who you are biatch! :)
This turned out longer than I had thought. But I thought that if I get this story out (still not naming names) then maybe people will read it and never talk to her again!! :)