holy crap

I cant believe it! Im actually getting out of this house. We have been here entirely too long. I could write a long blog, but it would be very similar to all my other blogs, so why waste the time right?

Ill be moving sometime in March, hopefully all goes well. I dont have much in the way of furniture. Becuase a little while after I moved in here Mr. Fraam decided to get rid of my dining room table, chairs, couches....Who does that shit? He knows Im a single parent with 3 kids. But his father who is in his 80's had sold a property and needed to put his furniture somewhere. so Mr. Fraam let him put it here and threw mine out. I thought it was in the garage, but no its gone.... A couple days ago. Mr. Got to talking shit about the way the house is dirty (its not) and how the kids have trashed it. Why would anyone in there right mind drop off their furniture at someones house, leave it there for 3 years with 4 kids and a cat and expect it not to get damaged. I know I wouldnt leave my shit at someones house for 3 years under those conditions and then have the nerve to complain about. I dont feel bad on bit. the cat did scratch the couches, but why should I give a rats ass when they didnt care about my furniture???? Things that make you go hmmm. Then they say that I have a chip on my shoulder that something happened to me in life and I dont have a heart. that I have cold blood running through my veins. correction: only Mr. Fraam says that. I honestly do NOT have a chip on my shoulder. I am far from that. I am very caring and always trying to put myself in other peoples shoes.I go out of my way for people all the time. And the only thing that has happened for me to become the way I am with this family is the way that they have treated me for 10 years. oh yea, my son turned 10 today! lol Im getting old.

Another thing that happened just a few days ago is the Mr.'s dad. *80 year old* comes over and starts talking to Jeffs brother Matt. something about the incident with my son. So I go into the room to see whats going on and they are instantly silent. I even say "whats going on?" and they ignore me completely. then they see jeff pull up and they go to talk to him about it! they call him in a bedroom and shut the door! Why am I not included on these conversations? This is my son. they have no respect for me as a mother or a person. If they shouldnt have respect for someone as a parent they should take a long hard look at their son who is a horrible example of a parent!

They do this type of shit all the time and wonder why I have a chip on my shoulder. OPEN YOUR FUCKING EYES! lol