I knew it was coming… I was just waiting to see when. It never fails and I was only hoping that maybe my assumptions were wrong, but like always they are always right.

I had enough of the constant nit picking and rude and disresprectful way I’ve been getting treated for months. I can’t talk on the phone or have company over without being disrepected and embaressed by other people and their nasty attitudes. As I recall Wednesday I try to wonder if there was anything I did wrong to provoke what happened, but no matter how many times I rethink that day I can’t find one thing that I did wrong.

I woke up and took Elijah to school. I went back to sleep for about 2 hours and then I got up and got the boys dressed. My mom wanted to go to some premature babycare class with my sister and I had to go to work. She gave me a 2 day notice and expected to me to take the day off or make arrangements. I can’t take off of work at such short notice so I asked Brian if he’d watch the boys for me. I’d only be at work for 3 hours and he could take the boys to the library and then to the park while I was at work.

At 5:45pm I got off and Brian came down to the house with the boys, we went to the hair store so I could get some braid sheen spray and braiding hair. We then went home and no one was there. Around this time I was starving and I know the boys were hungry as well so I decided to order them some  pizza. I made Koolaid and gave the boys some pizza to eat and turned Yo Gabba Gabba on for them while I chilled with Brian and paticipated in a fashion show on SL. My mom and Elijah and my brother comes home soon after and this is when all the drama begins.

She asks me who watched the boys and when I told her she begins talking to me really nasty and making all kinds of nasty rude comments. I’m really at the point of explosion because I have to deal with this constantly on a daily basis. She then talks about throwing me and Elijahs cat out stating we don’t have to be there. I told her I don’t want to be here no way. She tells Brian to leave and her verbal attacks continue, my temper soars through the roof because after all the help I provide while no one else helps her I just can’t understand why I am always the one being treated disrepsectfully. She doesn’t treat anyone else like that, let alone treat there company like she treats mine.

She keeps saying that Brian is going to molest the kids and I’m just tired of her saying negative things about Brian, being compared to her mother, and I’m tired of her trying to act like I’m going to make all the mistakes her and her mother made. My mom has made some bad choices concerning me when I was small and when I brought it up she had the nerve to try to put the blame on me and attack me. I just tried to push her off of me and she began calling me names and telling me to get out. I began grabbing my things (whatever I could carry in my backpack) and she continued with her physical attacks when my brother grabbed her. While this is going on I’m am saying nothing more than “fuck you.” now- which I feel horrible about now. I just don’t understand how I can help out so much around the house and the thanks that I get is to be treated with no respect and told to get out. I will never understand that. I am now trying to figure out how I can get my own place quickly so I can get my sons and continue my life without all the added stress. Its really such a shame, but I knew it was coming.