sox88

Wow....What a fucking roller coaster. I need to just get off. When will I learn that I can't fix other people's train wrecks. I also need to learn that bat shit crazy does not a good friend make. Yes it's entertaining as shit when your psycho friend's psycho hubby wanders his lawnmower over to mow your lawn cause he's pissed at his bitch of a wife. It's not so entertaining when you have to go pick their kids up cause their fighting like dogs and the kids are terrified. It's seriously less entertaining when their 13 year old daughter has to ask you for birth control, cause her mom will flip her fucking lid that her daughter is banging her 13 year old boyfriend. Even worse when you finally convince the child she should talk to her mom when the boy freaks out and mom goes all ape shit on her. Gets even less fun when you have to convince psycho mom that she's not a failure, just because her 13 year old, not pregnant daughter doesn't want to live with her any more and moves to her aunt and uncles house. But the piece de resistance is when the psycho bitch sends you a text saying I need you to drive over here and give me your Xanax cause I just found my husband's meth stash and I'm freaking out.

Now typically, in my world, this should be immediately followed by helping said friend pack her loser husband's shit and put it down at the curb to kick his ass out. Or perhaps a call to the local authorities, saying I found my hubby's drugs. But no. It's followed by two hours of her telling me precisely why she can't kick his ass to the curb, and how she's just going to learn to deal with his meth habits and make sure he stays clean. Not OK in my world. Meth is NASTY shit, and my two adorable boys do not need to be exposed to all it's issues.

So now, I get to withdraw from a friendship, and try to explain to my 8 and 5 year old kids that we can't play with their kids anymore.

And what do I do about the wonderful family with 4 adorable children that I introduced to the psycho couple, whose daddy is showing many signs of being just as psycho as the meth head, but without the meth? Do I tell them what was told to me in confidence? Do I let them figure it out on their own? What a fucking dilemma

I seriously don't need this stress in my life right now. I have my own serious shit to deal with, crawling my own ass out of depression. But at least I'm making the effort. I work hard to keep my life moving, to keep my kids and hubby healthy despite all our issues. I get up, I go to school, I take care of my kids. It pisses me the fuck off, when other people can't get their asses out of bed to get their kids to school, and spend their whole life bitching about how it's their jerk husband's fault, but aren't willing to pick themselves up, get themselves out and move the fuck on.

OK rant done....thanks for listening.