Sunday, September 11, 2011

MIL from Hell - She's Back!

It's been awhile since the MIL has been the topic of my blog.  April 27, 2010, to be exact.  If you are just joining me, you might want to catch up here and here

Yes, for the pass year and a half, it's been blissful and drama-free around the LB household.  She's tried to send cards and letters to our children, but Mr. OCD just had them RETURNED TO SENDER.  Some times I just love that man for his big kahunas.  I've never been very good at holding a grudge.  Him, though?!?!  He's in it for the long haul.  When he's done, he's DONE!  Adios!  Sayonara!  Don't let the door hit cha where the good Lord split cha!

Of course, I suspect a long history of chronic craziness has left him with no other choice.  While I totally believe in forgiving someone, and I believe he has forgiven her, I'm very proud of him for standing up for his family.  He is a good man who is only thinking of the best interest of his children.  Can't fault a guy for that, now can you?!?!

Apparently, he's not the only one with humongous testicles.  After a year and a half of zero contact, guess who wants to add me as a friend on Facebook?!?!  Yep, you guessed it.  The crazy heifer who tried to destroy my family.  The lunatic that tried to put my children in harm's way.  That freakin' skank who said I was a drunk, abuser of children!!!  To my damn pastor!  And anyone else who would listen to her! 

Up until now, I've never divulged the details of the incident that severed our relationship forever.  I'm still not willing to disclose it all, but you get the picture.  She's a nut job who will stop at nothing to exact revenge.  Even if it is with her own son!  As a mother, I cannot fathom being so hateful towards one of my own children.  My mom was no June Cleaver, but I always knew that she loved me.  She would have never done something to harm me or my family.  NEVER.

Which is why I am shocked at her audacity!  Seriously!?!?  You want to be my Facebook friend?!?  Did you take your damn meds this morning, Woman! 

And if the Facebook friend request wasn't enough, she sent me a text message.  Her words exactly:

You need to talk to [Mr. OCD].  I want time with kids.

Let's analyze this message, why don't we?  First off, do you see an apology anywhere?  Take another look.  I'll wait.  Second, do you recognize the fierce commands?  "You need" and "I want" do not sound like the pleas of a humble woman who truly regrets her actions.  Not an ounce of empathy can be found anywhere in this message.  Go ahead, read it again.  See?!?!  Sounds more like a text message Hitler would have sent to Josef Mengele.

FYI, Ms. Sociopath with Severe Narcissism.  I will NOT let you torture my husband anymore with your conditional, insanely dysfunctional idea of love.  Furthermore, I will do everything in my power to keep you from having contact with our children.  The love in our home has flourished tenfold since we cut ties with you.  Our kids are amazing and happy and incredibly beautiful, inside and out.  I don't want the ugliness of your presence to tarnish that in any way.  This was all your doings.  While I do forgive you because God says I must, I have not forgotten what you did.  And I WILL protect my family.   Don't make me get a restraining order, you big, fat loon!

Thursday, September 1, 2011

To My Dear Skinny Spouse

Dear Mr. OCD,

Just because you are six feet, four inches and weigh a buck fifty soaking ass wet, does not mean that you are entitled to live on Little Debbie snack cakes and ice cream.  Furthermore, it is quite inconsiderate to bring such items into our home.  I don't know if you've noticed, but Mama isn't as...well...blessed as you in the genetics department.  Lard wrapped in cellophane makes me break out in cellulite all over!  Although I work out like a damn Olympian, I still look like an Oompa Loompa.  Because I like ice cream.  And chocolate chip cookies.  Screw real food; I need cake!

Which brings me back to our issue.  Quit buying everything ever produced by Pillsbury!  Why do you think the damn company is represented by the freakin' Pillsbury Doughboy?  Have you noticed his extra fluffy physique??  Do you think he got it from eating Kashi Lean!?!?!  He's ass is as big as the state of Texas because he consumed all the shit he is responsible for peddling to poor suckers like you.

Do not get me wrong; I totally appreciate you doing the grocery shopping.  And the cleaning.  And the laundry.  And the yard work.  Okay.  I am a slacker.  But this is not about me.  Stay focused.  Yes, I really appreciate your efforts.  I just wish you'd reconsider some of your choices.  Consider your family.  Think about your wife's ever-spreading ass when you pick up that chub pack of Toll House cookies. 

I'll admit.  I have a problem.  I am a junk food junkie with absolutely ZERO self-control.  If I were a drug addict, would you fill the house with heroine?!?!  HELL to the NO!  Cookies are my drug.  I have an insatiable appetite for Moose Tracks ice cream.  Save me from myself.  For the love of God!  Just say NO!  Help me kick the habit.  Help me live a longer, healthy life.  Lord knows, I do not want some nympho stripper raising my children when I croak from clogged arteries.  I may not haunt you, but I will make sure that Karma kicks your ass.

Love Always,


Your Squeezably Soft Better Half