Dog gets left outside, almost all night.
I let him in super-late, thankfully I heard him before I went to bed.
I sat with him and left a note reminding everyone that the dogs need to be counted before they go to bed.
I get up this morning and there’s a new note on the fridge that sounds like more of this “woe is me/pity-party” bullshittery. Instead of a just, “Oh shit, thanks for letting him in, we’ll do better.”
It is taking everything I have in me not to fucking break things right now, my anger is fucking IMMENSE.
Ugh, it’s been a super stressful evening. I’ve got some more stuff/transcripts to share with you guys, but I don’t have the energy to type it all up right now.
Let’s just say that my father is starting to see what I see a bit more intensely and isn’t tolerating the mother treating him like garbage/threatening him with divorce and other shit anymore. The argument was pretty explosive and I can’t say I’m surprised that it ended in dad getting hammered and the mother’s got a 50/50 chance of giving us a rash of shit for it later.
/sigh, but more on that tomorrow. Right now I’m going to hunt down smut fics and kill time before I get tired enough to go to sleep.
So apparently the mother thinks when a therapist says “you need to let out your anger” he means “it’s okay to yell at your family over something as petty as a question.”
My father got up before I did (I slept through my alarm like an idiot) and sent a message asking the mother if she fed the dogs breakfast/if Cocoa got his pill.
She didn’t respond at first, and since she was “busy” it was understandable, but when she DID respond she sent both of us this:
I am sending this to both of you. If you want my therapy to work you both have GOT to let me get it without anger. I never feed the dogs before 7. Sorry I didn’t leave a note but wtf would I have said? PLEASE stop creating buttons to fucking push on me. This is the LAST TIME I ASK.
You could have just said “feed the dogs breakfast plz,” you fucking idiot. You left a note about the dog’s water bowl being empty, but not a “give Cocoa his pill for me?” or even wake ME up at 6 when you left so I could feed them at 7:30 and then go back to sleep? I can speak from experience that the dogs are something I’d be willing to be woken up that early for.
And “creating buttons?” are you fucking serious? it was a simple question that warranted a simple yes/no answer. There was NO reason for her to get angry about it at all.
I am 90% sure she’s not actually going to therapy but is going somewhere to get high and read self-help books and attempt to justify treating us like crap without having to better herself. The fact alone that she’s told me that I’m not allowed to confront her when she does something bullshit to me because I “cannot make this difficult for her” only furthers my suspicions.
That and she’s always been a fucking junkie liar and a bully that doesn’t want to change, so.„ yeah.
She and her “therapy” can go fuck themselves right now. I could not give a fuck less about her progress.