I'm Actually Mother Teresa

I'm really not a B!tch. Other people make me seem like one. But I'm really full of a lot of concern and care for others. Unless you're a complete dumb ass.

I'm all about trying to get along with the in-laws. I can look past a lot of reasons why they are not as great the same as my family. I even agreed to have one of my husband's brother's move in with us. So I suppose I am part to blame for this "interesting" living equation. I didn't say much when my spotless new bathroom was violated and made to feel like a truck stop washroom. I hardly put up a fuss about having to hold my breath and light a candle every time I enter the bathroom. I only grumbled a few times when I had to start my car in -20 weather just to drive down and pick the BIL up from work. But after five months of this... I've had enough.

I mean NO BODY stands above me when I'm working on something creative like cake decorating or painting and tells me how it should be completely different. And if I wanted a child to cook and clean up after ALL. THE .TIME. I would have had one. My gender as a woman doesn't define my role in a household. If that's the case... your penis can be removed, and you can start cooking and cleaning for yourself. I don't care if you're too lazy to pack leftovers for lunch the next day so you dink your money all gone on restaurants and junk food... I'm not lending you money every pay day.  And have I mentioned how you should never bull shit and bull shitter. I can't stand a liar.

He's had possession of an apartment for five days now, but won't move into it. $400 isn't enough for groceries for two weeks. Plus he keeps coming up with excuses to why he can't move five minutes away and needs to stay for a couple more weeks. But today Mr. J promised me my ultimate Valentines' Day gift will happen. He will move his brother out. It's that or I pack him up tomorrow myself and move him while he's at work. I'm really good at packing and moving. But I mean you're almost 30 for crying out loud... try not acting like you're 12... and perhaps grow a pair.

Like I said I'm really not a Bitch. I'm very understanding.