I offer my support to women in many forms of media and I regularly talk with ladies in assistance groups. It’s just some shit I do, no horn tooting, I wasn’t talking about my silky, lustrous hair.
I digress.
Yesterday, I spoke with a couple of young ladies who requested I adopt them and their children because some Hosebeast In Laws were treating the wife and children of their sons as though they were plastic rings around the necks of sea turtles.
Fucking disgusting.
Me being a whole live Bitchface, that’s never new news. However, I don’t care for bullying and shitty treatment of folk, and to your own grandbabies?
Bitch, please immediately report to the nearest bag of dicks for lunch.
I’m not fortunate enough to get to have babies running around, making me yell things like, “I said don’t eat the hibiscus flowers OR leaves”, and “Wait until Daddy sees this shit”.
That doesn’t mean I don’t understand the nuances of passive-aggressive bitches; I do. I just don’t entertain the dumb shit, because, really. It’s me. Don’t even think I allow skating. I’m fucking Tanya Harding, bitch.
Now, I’m pretty lucky. Viking comes from people who don’t understand pretentious, because that type of shit is beneath them. In the past? Psssssssh….maaaaan.
The type of shit some ignorant women thought they could hurt me with. But, y’all know my motto- I’ve been called much worse by much better. Also, my mouth check allowance is so fucking low, and my checking dumb bitches criteria so high…mm umm. Nope. I wouldn’t.
My mind immediately is in my own family history, with Satan in an apron and wood bottom Candies on marriage maybe 4, possibly 5, telling me exactly what I would never amount to. Exactly what a failure I am. Exactly why my own parents never loved me.
I reached in and pulled my successful, smoking hot ass right back to today, where I have long since looked my demons in the face and requested they have a seat in the back row with the rest of the jealous bitches who hate me because they have thigh dimples to their knees.
Now, how in the fuck is that my fault? Jealous bitch logic never adds up on the whiteboard.
Here is the moral of the aside: If you’re lucky enough to have kids, grandbabies, all them other snot nosed jerks, and you treat them poorly as some low rent spectacle on being the HBIC, bitch, listen to the real HMFBIC..
You’re garbage.
For all of you excellent parents, mediocre parents, and even parents who are basically Christmas Treeing all of the exams, I love y’all. Please keep creating healthy people.
For you fucking Hosebeasts…well, remember your daughter-in-law will pick the hellhole you die in. Keep it up, and you will be in a straw hut outside of the cemetery, so she can simply kick your dimply ass into the hole.
LOVE this!! As my therapist said years ago—‘You identify with abused children,’. Yes, I do, and I WILL cut a bitch. Merry Christmas!!
Wood bottom Candies tho 😁