Tired, but triumphant and hopeful.
In the past week it has become clear that my in-laws were, at least in part, attempting to separate Melissa and I- I'm "emotionally abusive," and "lazy," which is a little rich coming from a person who hasn't held a job in several years, to a person who holds a job that keeps him working seven days a week, if I'm allowed to do so. It fits a pattern for her: whenever a person comes in and gives Luckie the courage to step outside of the little box her mom wants her to be in, and encourages her to stand up for herself, mom goes crazy and attempts to reassert control by changing the narrative to how terrible that other person is. It happened when Mel moved to Kansas, and it's happening again.
They weren't trying to make us homeless, they were trying to make me homeless so that I'd be separated from my wife, and she'd be emotionally vulnerable enough to listen to her mother in a moment of weakness.
It didn't work.
Luckie stayed with me, and we resolved the immediate issues in less than a day. We worked together, and we solved the homelessness issue, the one that was meant to ruin us out of vengeance, in a week flat. When they tried to put more roadblocks in our way, we vaulted over them a day later. Nothing this cadre of petty, vindictive assholes has attempted to do has slowed us down for more than an hour or two. They have failed, and we as a couple have succeeded. Dear old mom is so used to failure- and somehow she's found a way to fail in place, rather than straight down- that I don't think she could imagine someone actually getting up and fighting back. It certainly seems she couldn't imagine someone living outside of her own circumstances, where she just sets up shop in someone elses' house and doesn't pay rent. But that's the difference between her family and mine: my family are winners. It's the one admirable trait they have: what they want, they'll find a way to get, peacefully, by hard work. Luckie's in my family now, not hers: when we're together, nothing could stop us.
I love that woman, and I love that the moral arc of the universe is already bending back toward retribution. Mother-in-law lives with her parents, not paying rent, but they're in their eighties, and deteriorating every day. They won't be around forever, and when one of them does pass on, the other will not be living in that house any longer. When that happens, the unmitigated cunt will be just as homeless as she made us, only with no source of income to support herself with, and no family willing to take her in, because she's shown herself to be such a vicious bitch.
As she crowed in facebook an hour after making her own daughter homeless, "karma's a bitch."
In the past week it has become clear that my in-laws were, at least in part, attempting to separate Melissa and I- I'm "emotionally abusive," and "lazy," which is a little rich coming from a person who hasn't held a job in several years, to a person who holds a job that keeps him working seven days a week, if I'm allowed to do so. It fits a pattern for her: whenever a person comes in and gives Luckie the courage to step outside of the little box her mom wants her to be in, and encourages her to stand up for herself, mom goes crazy and attempts to reassert control by changing the narrative to how terrible that other person is. It happened when Mel moved to Kansas, and it's happening again.
They weren't trying to make us homeless, they were trying to make me homeless so that I'd be separated from my wife, and she'd be emotionally vulnerable enough to listen to her mother in a moment of weakness.
It didn't work.
Luckie stayed with me, and we resolved the immediate issues in less than a day. We worked together, and we solved the homelessness issue, the one that was meant to ruin us out of vengeance, in a week flat. When they tried to put more roadblocks in our way, we vaulted over them a day later. Nothing this cadre of petty, vindictive assholes has attempted to do has slowed us down for more than an hour or two. They have failed, and we as a couple have succeeded. Dear old mom is so used to failure- and somehow she's found a way to fail in place, rather than straight down- that I don't think she could imagine someone actually getting up and fighting back. It certainly seems she couldn't imagine someone living outside of her own circumstances, where she just sets up shop in someone elses' house and doesn't pay rent. But that's the difference between her family and mine: my family are winners. It's the one admirable trait they have: what they want, they'll find a way to get, peacefully, by hard work. Luckie's in my family now, not hers: when we're together, nothing could stop us.
I love that woman, and I love that the moral arc of the universe is already bending back toward retribution. Mother-in-law lives with her parents, not paying rent, but they're in their eighties, and deteriorating every day. They won't be around forever, and when one of them does pass on, the other will not be living in that house any longer. When that happens, the unmitigated cunt will be just as homeless as she made us, only with no source of income to support herself with, and no family willing to take her in, because she's shown herself to be such a vicious bitch.
As she crowed in facebook an hour after making her own daughter homeless, "karma's a bitch."
"YOU take the hard look in the mirror. You are everything that is wrong with this world. The only thing important to you, is you." - ronedee
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