Peace at last.

Well, yesterday the Asshole took the bro in law and his woman back to Anchorage in order to visit again with Conor and then head home, out of state. It was so fucking quiet, so peaceful, so amazing when the tension lifted and they left. I didn’t realize just how tense I had gotten until they were gone. Granted – I won’t completely relax until they are officially out of state and the asshole is back at work, but well, such is the price one pays.

I found out today that there were comments made about the state of my house – you know, the house that I spent several days cleaning and scrubbing to at least make a dent in the clutter and shit that has built up over the years? yeah. That house. Asshole apparently defended me, but what the fuck? I opened my doors to them, I allowed them free reign of the house and kitchen and so on and so forth, and they came in and dropped all their shit in the middle of the floor and made themselves completely 100% at home and the house is 4 times the mess that it was when they arrived….

Fuckers. Martha Stewart doesn’t live here. You dont like it? Find a fuckin hotel, get out and don’t come back. I am what I am. And anyone who has a problem with that can suck my dick.

There were other comments made. there were fights. there were moments of relative calm – most noteably while mom and I were parusing the different types of golf balls and being decidedly giggly about the whole thing and we were no where near them…. heh. Otherwise – i’m much grateful to see them leave.

It was educational, one could say. We found that we’d been lied to on more then one occasional. We found that both parties are trying to pull shit – and we found out some disturbing things too. Unfrotunately, my advice and no holds barred comments and reality checks are STILL necessary and remain basically the same:

Grow. The Fuck. Up. Put Conor First. Quit acting like spoiled little children and realize that you made your bed, you obviously lay in it, and now you gotta fuckign DEAL with the hand YOU dealt YOURSELF.

You chose to have this baby. You will now have to be involved in each other’s lives for the rest of yours. find a fucking way to deal, find a fucking way to put aside all the shit that you have bottled up and all the petty little lies and bullshit that you keep trying to use against each other and grow the fuck up.

Urgh.

Anyway. One of the better things that happened – the boy improved on and mastered another balloon twisting skill. See?

He’s quite proud that he can construct it with such ease now.

Life with the boy is still somewhat rocky. We go from sniping at each other to his apologizing and my explaining and hugs and kisses and love and back to sniping again. This hormonal pre-teen, teenage bullshit is gonna drive me insane. Heh. Sometimes I just wish he was my baby boy again. Other times I just wish he was all grown up. *chuckles*

However, they do love having their daddy home for Christmas….

Heh. So. Back to my movie, and counting the minutes until a bit of my stress eases.