kateastrophe

She was supposed to get on services as soon as she got here so that she could contribute to the household expenses, mostly just food.

She hasn't even really tried.

She started getting TANF (cash assistance) last month and she spent all of that VERY quickly (the mall) and she has kind of let go of getting food stamps. Let me just say, we are by no means rich, we get food stamps, yet now 8 weeks in we have spent $2346.87 ON FOOD ALONE!!!! ( She actually had the balls to buy orange juice and tell me it was just for her kid and please don't drink it) Not to mention all the stuff I have personally bought for her baby, and the rather expensive baby shower I threw her last month, another $986 (I keep receipts).

Now on the the heathen she calls a child. When we lived in VA our kids were so cute together, they got along they were SO sweet.

Now, he is a terror and is making life hard for my kids. He follows them around, BEATING them with his hands or other objects (please keep in mind my kids are 1 and 3 and weigh in at a combined 54lbs and he alone weighs 63lbs) He taunts them, screams at them and me, spits at them, swears, takes their food, snatches their toys and breaks them. And she just sit and yells at him from the couch, threatening punishment that never comes. She tells my kids that they HAVE to share their toys with him, but they better not even think about even looking at anything that belongs to them. I have really been trying to understand that the last few months have been an awful transition for him, but this is too much and it doesn't help that she treats him like he is king of the planet. And to answer all of you that are about to say this, I can't discipline him because if I let myself get close enough he could possibly lose his life.

Now for my emotional hurt.

Franko and I have done SO much for them, and somehow I still get the shaft. As some of you know Frank is in TX working now so its just us here. I am the ONLY one to clean (she doesn't do that) and I spend the majority of my time being exhausted and alone, while her other friends take her out to the spa and invite her to their beach houses for the weekend. Last week she was getting a 3D/4D ultrasound that I was pretty stoked to go to so I texted her the day before (she was spending the night at the beach house) to double check the time and place and she texted back that her friend was taking her to the mall to buy her maternity bras before the ultrasound and that they were just going to go after that....Oh. Ok. Insert sad used face here. Then I find out later in the day that she took 2 other friends too. She and Waneta are my only real life friends really, and Waneta left for the Navy 3 months ago. And most of you are going to say "Just kick her ass out already" Yeah well I can't. She's 4-6 days away from having a c-section and she's been kicked out to many times I can't be the one to do it again.

Oh and the best part.

She hasn't even said thank you