Because my mom is being an enormous ASSHOLE.
Alright so what had happened was:
For 20 years my parents have had a joint bank account. They’re married, so why not? But recently (like within the last couple of months) my dad got a separate bank account because the problem is my mom has this tendency to waste ALL of her and my dads money on fucking shopping. And every time it comes down to business to pay the bills my parents never have enough money for anything because my mom has just basically spent it all.
So my dad is tired of it, and who can blame him? He works extremely long hours and is barely home during the week. So he deserves the damn money he makes and it shouldn’t be all gone by the time he gets to it.
And okay I get that my mom is upset because my dad went and got his own account without telling her first but dude she would’ve freaked out anyway.
So now she keeps going on about how he’s hiding something from her and that, that’s why he got his own account and that she’s going to file for divorce and blah blah blah.
Bitch, stfu.
She’s just mad because now my dad has split the bills to make it fair (he usually pays ALL the bills on his own) and now that she has bills to pay she always ends up broke because she STILL goes and spends money on shit and by the time she has to pay her half of the bills she doesn’t have enough money.
So basically my dad still pays for everything because he has to pay for whatever she can’t pay for -_-
And it’s like she doesn’t use her fucking logic to see that what my dad did was to keep us from going broke because of her uncontrollable spending.
And if I can see it and I’m not the fucking adult in the house then that’s just sad. She’s being so selfish and childish. Ughhhh.
Like really?! You’re gonna throw a bitch fit just because you don’t have money to go shopping?! REALLY?!
Grow up mom.
OMG! And to top it all off: yesterday morning she was bitching that her phone wasn’t working right, and while she was gone doing her hair, my dad went and bought her a fucking iPhone 4S and when she got home and saw it she was just like “I don’t want it.”
ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?
My dad was super excited to give it to her and all he kept asking me all day was: Do you think she’s going to like it? Do you think I got it in the right color?
And all she says is “I don’t want it.”
Goddddd, she’s such a damn brat.
I really hope to be NOTHING like my mother when I get older.
Nothing at all.
On a lighter note: I’m going to create a new Tumblr. But I want to bring all my followers along lol idk how I’m going to manage this.
