Janet

is about to push me over the edge.

It is literally something every time I come up here anymore.

Last time it was a cable for her phone charger she thought Nicholas took home with him.

I haven't seen it at our house.

When she started telling me ALL about it earlier this week or last week or whenever it was I had just woke up and didn't even know what she was talking about.

When she finally showed me the ac adapter/USB connector part I knew what she was referring to.

I couldn't believe we were even talking about it.

"Oh that? That never even worked right to begin with Janet."

 $13 from two years ago?

This what I'm gonna get berated about?

Aint even worth my time or her wasted breath if you ask me.

I told her I would order her another one.

So I did.

$7.00.

Free delivery to her doorstep.

I told her about it this weekend

"How much did it cost?" she asked.

"$7.00".

Like I said, not even worth my time.

This time I didn't even see her Saturday.

When she pushes to far she backs off.

Always has.

She unlocked the door before I got there, I went in and went to sleep.

When I got up she wasn't there.

I asked her Sunday AM on the way to her house if she was busy Saturday as she wasn't there.

"I had dinner with a lady from church."

Today I got up and laid on the couch and watched the Cowboys game.

After it went off I had about a half hour before I had to go to work.

I went upstairs to say hey and visit for a minute as I didn't see her Saturday.

Small talk, everything was cordial.

She told me it cost her $300 to get the car door fixed on the Buick she is giving Nicholas.

I guess I should have kissed her ass or something.

Needless to say I did not.

I didn't say a thing.

I had already told her if she didn't want to fix the door to not bother with it I would get the vehicle home and get it fixed myself.

She knew this.

Not what she wanted to hear.

She just wanted to bitch about spending $300 on the car.

If it was for Hubert?

I doubt she would be bitching about it.

Well don't tell me about how much you are putting yourself out when the fact of the matter is I have already purposed other options and you didn't have to do what you did.

Cause I don't wanna fuckin hear it anymore sister.

Like I said, it's just not what she wants to hear.

Tough.

Then Nicholas birthday comes up.

"We are going to the mall with a friend of his and I am giving him some money."

That's literally all he wants.

It's his birthday.

Why shouldn't it be the way he wants it?

She didn't say much.

I said we are having diner with mom and Al on Tuesday, and that's about it.

That was it for the subject.

Till I was leaving when she said "Well I guess I don't get to see Nicholas on his birthday."

Just as snide as a person could ever hope to be.

I didn't even dignify her comment with a response, just went on to work.

Several hours later she text "I am not happy about not being included in Nicholas birthday, this one is special it's his 16th."

I told her, as I always do that she is more than welcome to come down and go  to the mall with us (Nicholas, his friend Skyler and me) have diner\lunch with us to celebrate his birthday.

She text back and said that she would have to bring the dogs and spend the night so "Just forget it."

Well how about this?

If that was the case?

How about just don't fucking bring it up in the first place?

How about that?

Hows that grab ya?

Shows me you're just complaining to complain.

Like it's my fault she has two dogs or that she won't put them in a kennel?

She made that decision.

Nobody forced her.

This woman just has to have someone and something to bitch about all the time.

It's why nobody wants to be around her.

If she doesn't quit the incessant nagging at me soon?

I'll be done with her as well.

I don't want her house.

I don't want her furnishings.

The car is between her and Nicholas.

I don't want a penny from her.

All I ever wanted was a place to sleep.

It's not like I am putting her out in any way at all.

She is never even downstairs except to do laundry.

It's been non-stop fucking drama since before Christmas with her and I am sick of it.

Self-created made up drama at that.

The absolute worst kind.

I fucking hate it.

No reason for it.

Combined with learned helplessness.

Sickening.

She wants me to kiss her ass.

I won't do it.

If this is the way she wants to be?

If this behavior continues?

Then I don't want her at our wedding either.

Take your fucking drama somewhere else honey, I've dealt with it for over 38 years now.

Trust me I have had enough.

Can ya tell?

She wants me to kiss her ass.

I'm not going to.

Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.

Deal with it.

Seems to me like if she wants to complain to someone she should pick up the phone and call that worthless brother that took $10,000 from her, or his son who took her for $5000.

Seems to me like those are the people that should be bitched at incessantly.

Not the only guy in the world that is going to handle your affairs for you when your gone.

At this rate?

The state can deal with it.

I'll just refuse my executorship or fail to show up to execute her will.

It's just not worth all the nagging about shit that don't matter.

I have promised you and I will continue to promise you, I just absolutely will not have drama around us, whether it's her, Christian, Nicholas (after a certain age obviously).

I just won't have it.

I've had enough.

This is the type of person\behavior I want around us?

Nope.

Not even close.

She has pushed me for too long and too hard.

Time to back off.

 For good.

I understand she is scared.

I'm leaving soon etc.

I get it.

Make your peace with it.

A 15 year old boy has.

Seems like you could as well.

People don't want you happy, they just really really don't, they just wanna spread their misery, come join my pity party.

Yeah, uh...no thanks, you can have it.

Fuck her.

Seriously, that is where I am at, if she don't want me staying there? 

Then just say so, I'll gladly give her back her keys.

But the thing is, if and when that happens?

I'm out of her life for good.

Promise.

Don't call, don't write, don't contact me or my son on the phone I pay for.

Absolutely no looking back.

None.

I hope she gets the point.

I really do.

Enough.