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So to start off with, ive never really had a great birthday or the best or a "birthday to remember" that i can remember. But today was the worst of the worst. It started off getting woke up only an hour after falling asleep getting screamed at because my bithoe of a mom is too lazy to reach and arms length away to get the baby wipes. (Which turned out for the best because i got to see her get shit on lmmfao) and then i spend the whole day cleaning the house and rearranging furniture just to make that bithoe that we just spoke of happy.



Ok, before I finish I my story I have to state this.... I had all these fun plans for my birthday with my friends and my guy friend and my mom had told me that she wanted to spend time with me on my birthday just mother daughter. I havent had mother daughter time since I was 13. So i called off all my plans just so maybe i could actually enjoy an evening with my mom without her asshole husband ruining it. (He's a truck driver so he was at work since last night)



Anyways, so we had all these plans of stuff including nice dinner plans that we used to do when it was just us... no asshole in our lives. So i arranged a babysitter so that we didnt have any distractions. and plus when my mom gets off of work and the baby even gets a lil cranky she's a bitch because she's too old to deal with it and she gets stressed out. Anywho.. well i get ready so when she gets home from work, im all ready to go. She gets home and she had picked up the baby bc she "missed him" and you have to understand that this baby is a drug baby so he's always cranky and always gassy which makes him more cranky. Well she gets home and just happens to remember that the babys mother has visitation tonight so we cant go anywhere. Mommy dearest is only allotted an hour visitation which she shows up 45 mins late and my moms "kind heart" felt bad so she let her have the hour or so anyway instead of just rescheduling it for a day other than my birthday. Since she was running late and i hadnt ate anything all day except a bowl of cereal in the morn we ran up to subway and got a $5 sandwhich. So once the babys mom left i asked my mom if she was ready to leave and what response did i get .... no i dnt wanna go anywhere i wanna relax and be comftorable in my own house... which is all we do all day everyday we never go anywhere ever except go to church and straight home... so after she feeds and bathes the baby and gets him where he's all ready for bed i finally talk her into going to cold stone to get some icecream and so they can sing happy birthday to me.



keep in mind the baby is already ready for bed and they have spoiled him to where he has to be held all the time he doesnt like to be in his carseat or his basonette because he wants to be held. So the whole way to coldstone he's screaming at the top of his lungs just because he wanted to be held he didnt want his binky or his bottle. by the time we got there me and my mom was stressed and in a bad mood. as soon as we get him out of his carseat he's fine... we order and they wouldnt sing happy birthday to me so we left again the screaming starts. I needed a cigerette so i asked mom if we could stop at the store... i get bitched at and yelled at. She finally stops. Meanwhile babys still screamin and i have a pounding headache so i step out of the car to get a bit of fresh air before i flip. Then i get bitched and yelled and screamed at.....



We finally get home so i ask my mom where my cigerettes are (this story told in a lil) and she says i dont get them and they arent mine and i dont deserve them... but in a bitchy asshole way... so im already pissed, stressed, and have a headache, and a lil depressed bc my feelings were hurt, i know sounds immature but you would have to know me and my mom personally to understand completely, so i just go in my room and call my guy friend. So my mom follows me n there and bitches and screams some more and tells me what a piece of shit i am and that i need to clean the house again tommorow bc she has company coming over... we get in a huge fight and she treats me like shit .... like always... so i simply say do you have to treat me and talk to me like shit on my bday, i mean i understand every other day, but seriously on my bday... so in return i get told how much of a piece of shit i am and that because its my birthday i think i own shit and my bday dont mean shit. So by this point im really upset and i aint even gunna lie i start crying... and then i get chewed out even more so i go back in my room and just lay on my bed. What does the bithoe do... she has the odasity to come in my room and ask me if i can manage to take the trash out. I ignore her but then decide to do it because i know if i dont then im never gunna hear the end of it... on my way in the kitchen she's sittin in the livin rm telling my 1 1/2 mos old nephew how much of a piece of shit his aunt is... that pissed me off so bad so then we argue some more until i just walk out and take the trash out... thank god sam just pulled up into her yard and rescued me, cheered me up and told me how much her and her family loved and appreciated me and is now letting me crash on her couch... i love u sam n christie!!!!!!!!!!!



So the story about the cigs is every year for bdays my mom gives all of her kids $100 (except me of course... theres always some excuse of why they cant do it) so this year she asked me what i wanted and i need alot of things but i know that things have been kinda rough lately with everything going wrong and our house falling apart and us inheritting my nephew so all i said was i wanted my feet done (my guy friend has a foot fetish) and 2 packs of cigerettes... $20 tops... and i ddnt get even that i got a fony card and a refurbished movie from the dollar store that had already been opened....



Sorry i never bitch like this but its my first journal and i needed to vent big time. This story is pretty much a day to day story but it just hurt 100x more because of the fact that it was my bday and i canceled all of my plans for that