Not only am I already in a pissy mood, I’m without my car, and now I can’t clean my room because my vacuum is ruined by the fucking idiot that lives in our house and can’t understand the concept of making his own food, cleaning after himself, and/or be an adult.
I swear to all that is or possibly is holy, there is nothing difficult about caring for yourself. Just because you don’t have a woman there to do it for you does not mean that you are incapable of doing it.
I mean, you sit there all day and play Solitaire on a fucking nice computer, can’t even understand the magnitude of the machine you have in front of you and all you do is play Solitaire… (ugh that’s for another time).
But not only that you bitch and moan at my mother for not “doing her job” as a woman and cooking and cleaning for you. Not to mention that you are an insufferable asshole with hard hearing and backward-thinking ways, you want someone you’ve tormented and verbally abused all of your marriage to actually do shit for you now? YOU’RE RETIRED MOTHERFUCKER.
Learn. to. do. it. yourself.
Or I swear to god I’m going to fucking let loose a torrent of fire and blood on you so vehement you won’t have a face afterward.
UGH. AND STOP RUINING MY SHIT. PLEASE.
