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Nov 15, 2015 10:39:50 GMT
Post by meistersinger on Nov 15, 2015 10:39:50 GMT
I've had it with everyone's bullsh!t. It's bad enough having my landlord raise hell with me again for the house being in a mess, but I get no help while trying to keep it clean. It's bad enough I have a housemate that is doing everything in his power to have me evicted, no matter how much I try to help him out. I had to write a bad check yesterday so I could get gas, get bread, get my mess (and I didn't get all of them, since I didn't have enough money.). I don't know how I'm getting the money to cover the check. If I ask for money, I get told to go f!ck myself and I deserve to land in jail for passing bad checks (and that's just my brothers). I'm having more than enough trouble holding it together today, since it has been 4 years today that mom died (and I'm still accused of being the root cause of her death by my brothers). I can't ask my friends, because most of them are in jail for dui. It's bad enough I'm having panic attacks again, because of all the credit card and medical bills I ran up, all the car problems I'm having, and I have to put up with the jackasses that inhabit this area. Maybe I should take my brothers and relatives advice and kill myself, since they won't be happy until I do so.
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Nov 15, 2015 15:23:14 GMT
Post by itt2 on Nov 15, 2015 15:23:14 GMT
If you are even passively contemplating suicide, please call 911 and get help. I know things can feel overwhelming, especially when you feel that everywhere you turn, you see no way out. But this is not the time to be making decisions of such gravity. Please get yourself somewhere safe.
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Dec 23, 2015 8:42:08 GMT
Post by kraichgauer on Dec 23, 2015 8:42:08 GMT
Well, can your overly critical brothers help you with the cash?
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Dec 27, 2015 4:07:01 GMT
Post by OrionsBelt on Dec 27, 2015 4:07:01 GMT
How did things go? Did you get some help? If not, can you pm me, and I will find some resources for you. I'm really good at that (and it's a good time of the year to makes pleas for help).
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Post by meistersinger on Jan 10, 2016 10:32:00 GMT
Well, can your overly critical brothers help you with the cash? Bill, you should know that answer from all the posts I made over in WP about them. But in case you haven't see it, their answer is "Go f!ck yourself."
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Feb 14, 2016 7:54:58 GMT
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Post by OOM on Feb 14, 2016 7:54:58 GMT
Is your housemates be the only one on the lease or is yours too? Have you been looking around for a possible new place to move to do you can get away from him? Sometimes you can find someplace cheaper with several people sharing a house instead of just one, and if you move into an existing arrangement they would hopefully have things in place about the housework etc so you could just jump in and do your part while the others are actually doing theirs.
If you need any cleaning advice though, I'm your go to gal about that. I'm a housewife so its what I do. I know lots of tips and tricks and cheats that can help.
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Feb 20, 2016 14:12:05 GMT
Post by meistersinger on Feb 20, 2016 14:12:05 GMT
Is your housemates be the only one on the lease or is yours too? Have you been looking around for a possible new place to move to do you can get away from him? Sometimes you can find someplace cheaper with several people sharing a house instead of just one, and if you move into an existing arrangement they would hopefully have things in place about the housework etc so you could just jump in and do your part while the others are actually doing theirs. If you need any cleaning advice though, I'm your go to gal about that. I'm a housewife so its what I do. I know lots of tips and tricks and cheats that can help. Fortunately, that jerk moved out 2 weeks ago, after the landlord came up from Florida to take care of a security detail at the Baltimore Hippodrome. I managed to talk to him the Sunday before he went back to Florida on my way out the door to church. 3 hours later, the guy renting the master bedroom cane down and said the exact same thing to the landlord, and added that this jerk was causing me to be physically ill all the time. The living arrangement here is that I'm in his townhouse with 3 other gentlemen: Me, who's on SSDI, one who just moved in at the end of December, after graduating from the State Police Academy in Elizabethtown, the guy who rents the master bedroom, who does all the ceramics for a small dental lab, plus the jerk who just moved out, who rented the den. We all have month to month leases. The jerk that just moved was diagnosed ADHD after he was dishonorably discharged from the Army. He had been through 4 jobs since he moved in back in January, 2015. He was fired from all 4, with the last job being terminated because of theft. It was bad enough this jerk was stealing and eating my food, he denied everyone in the house access to the Internet, including the landlord, because he wanted to play his f!cking war game on his XBox for 20 hours a day. Yet, he accuses me of hogging all the bandwidth, especially when my Mac Mini crashed. If you have purchased a modern Intel-based Mac, you know that Apple no longer provides installation DVD's (for that matter, neither does the competition.). If you have to wipe the hard drive on a Mac, everything has to reloaded over the Network. The reload is an 8GB download, and takes several hours. To make matters worse, he purloined my iPod Classic got his use, WITH FORCED PERMISSION (anything that I did that would p!ss him off in the slightest, and he'd threatened to call the landlord and have me evicted.). When he decided to give it back, he formatted that drive, and when I connected it to my Mac to restore my music library, it erased my music library from my hard drive. While I normally had backups, my backup drive took a dump, leaving me with nothing. If it weren't for the fact I had a 4 year old backup of my music library on 29 DVD's (I had over 30k songs, mostly opera and oratorio, and a lot of it extremely hard to find, since a lot of those albums are out of print, and a lot more were off air recordings for radio broadcasts, as well as live recordings I made of groups I perform with. It took me another month to do so, but I've been able to recover about 95% of what I lost). He also screwed me out of a Windows laptop. But the worst was having to take him wherever he needed to go, at any time of the day or night, since he wrecked his car not long after he moved in. I found out after he moved out, I was taking him to his homosexual lovers, most of them being prepubescent boys! In addition, he was abusing his ADHD meds. We never knew how to deal him, as he was taking medical-grade methamphetamine salts and a benzo. He also owed the landlord 3 months back rent, and tried to wheedle me out of my disability check every month. The last 3 weeks he was here, I started having nightmares again that I haven't had since getting off the psychotropics. The nightmares were about 3 girl gangs that beat up on me in my hometown when I was in junior and senior high school. The twist in the nightmare was they'd do a Lorena Bobbit on me after beating me to a pulp, stuffing their hands down my pants, and molesting me.i'd tell my parents, and I'd be punished for allowing it to happen. And people why I'm not very sociable...
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Feb 20, 2016 17:25:18 GMT
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Post by OOM on Feb 20, 2016 17:25:18 GMT
People like that drive me nuts. Luckily I just pick up and clean up after five other people, but they are relatives or soon to be relatives. Now, my oldest daughters fiance who lives here buy the internet. He's paid for it for several years now. We get wifi so its always available to everybody, except when its down because it's AT&T and also we live in the country. The modem is plugged into their big computer in their room, and when I say big I mean the box is huge. He built it hself and she bought him this box that is not only huge but it looks like a spaceship. He also works from here sometime and needs his laptop for that. Thank God for the wifi though cause we have his computer, their laptop, the Netflix and all that on three tv's, the desktop in the dining room, my daughters laptop, five phones, a tablet and two kindles all on it. He also pays for their food and cuts the grass so that works out. They have been dating since she was 14 and he's lived here since she was about 16 and she's 23 this year. He's basically family though now.
My youngest son is about to be moving out for a bit. He's the one I suspect may have a little AS like me, but less. He won't go find out though. He's deaf from birth in one ear and refuses to get an implant or anything. He's pretty hard core about taking life as it comes, which I don't agree with. He's 21 next month. He got his first serious gf when he was 18 and after she stayed here with him a while they moved out into a house they rented from her mother. He got a good job at a factory making seats for foreign cars and worked there about two years but got laid off the week after he broke up with her in this past December and moved back home. He's been looking for a job since and finally found one helping his best friend's stepfather on a construction job down in Fla for 8 weeks. 12 hour days but he will get about 800 a week and he and his friend are being paid cash tax and record free and the boys are staying with his friends stepdad and his mom so he can save most of it and get a car when he gets back. I'm worried as hell about him, but he will be OK and the mom will make sure he eats and such. He's about to be 21 after all and I need to not treat him like a kid.
But, when he moves out a friend of the family who I have known for about 15 years and who is friends with all my kids, is moving in for a bit. Family trouble and all that but I won't go into it. That kids parents don't treat him right and he's never felt loved at he or part of a regular family. He's been basically family here for years and I'm pretty much his mom now and have been for years, but he's already brought his computer to set it up. My sons leaving Monday morning they say and the new kid is moving in and we have to find him a job. Also he's going to do some painting for me. He's 24. He also picks up after himself thank God. And he doesn't change clothes a few times a day. My youngest son is a Guido and changes and showers a lot.
Youngest daughter will be going to college this fall. We get the inheritance, or at least the cash part while the rest of everything is liquidated, next month and so we can then get everything set up so she can go then. It's a private university and a liberal arts school and about 20 minutes away but she wants to live on campus which will cost more, but I don't want to deny her that if we can do it. AMD I think my oldest daughter and her fiance will find a place of their own since they both graduated last year and have jobs and maybe will be getting married soon.
Oldest son lives with his gf and his daughter from his crazy baby mama, somewhere else. A house on her parents property that he's done work to for them.
So it sounds like that by this time next year it may just be me and my husband living here. The new kid may still be staying but he's no trouble and he needs a mom and dad type in his life.
Those are my folks I live with. Plus three huge dogs and two cats. Two high content wolf husky hybrids and one purebred Siberian husky. Lots of fur.
To be honest my kids do sort of help out with the housework but not very well and I end up doing everything most of the time. I'm peculiar about how I want things done so I really just go back and so it myself a lot. Youngest daughter does the dishes all the time now, and oldest daughter and her fiance cook a lot so its a big help that way. And everybody does their own laundry and I've stopped cleaning the kids bedrooms years ago when I got ticked one too many times about it, bit it can get hectic. As hectic as mine stays I certainly feel you about things not being how you want them. Most of my kids friends are pretty respectful and all when they come over, but there is always somebody over so that can get old fast.
I was never popular at all, in fact I was the one kid who got picked on by everybody till I learned to stand up for myself and spent years working on how I acted and everything (nobody knew about AS back then, I was just a freaky nerd) so one thing I wanted for my kids was popularity. I couldn't make them popular or anything but I made sure I never did any of the shit my mother did that just added to my problems. They are pretty popular and I've always let them bring friends over whenever they want. I've gotten used to it over the years, and we have had kids stay with us many times on a longer term basis when they had trouble at home. We have a pretty big house and so there's plenty of room for their friends to hang and my husband and I are the cool, laid back parents and so their friends like coming over here to hang, and honestly I just feel better about it knowing exactly where my kids are and having them here. I was even happier that everybody wanted to hang here back when they were young teens. But we recently had to kick one kid out who we have known forever but was out of work and needed a place to stay. I never much cared for him and at 28 he's grown and not a kid but in my head he's still 13 like when I first met him. He basically just took advantage of everything. Didn't really look for a job, Sat there and played on the computer all day, did nothing at all.was supposed to be for a few days and it turned into two months so I just told him he had to go.
He environment is pretty important. I don't know how I'd do it if I had to have a roommate who wasn't a close friend or family. Some people can do that though, but I'd feel so awkward about everything I imagine. I always wanted to live on my own, even with a roommate, back when I was young but I went from home to living with my husband. I think I'd feel like there was a lot of pressure on me to be friends with them and socialize. I guess there isn't though and most folks don't feel that way.
Anyway I'm glad you got your shit worked out aybe hearing about my chaotic crap around here will make you feel better about yours. Hope it stays copacetic.
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Feb 20, 2016 21:14:32 GMT
Post by meistersinger on Feb 20, 2016 21:14:32 GMT
Tell me about being a nerd. I'm the freak in the family because I don't like most popular music. My relatives on Dad's side of the family are heavy into bluegrass, which I can stomach in small amounts. Where I run into trouble is when the congregation I grew up in, with the exception of 3 uncles, told me I was going to hell for listening to Bach, Beethoven, and Brahms rather than Lowell Mason and Fanny Crosby hymnody. (Any wonder I left that church and went with the Lutherans?). Even trying to explain to that congregation the Bach's entire life was in service to the Church fell on deaf ears (To them Luther=Rome=Catholicism=Satan and the Whore of Rome. Bach was of Lutheran Thought, hence he was a member of the Whore of Rome.)
While most people in my high school class tolerated me, I was pretty much an outsider. However, I had plenty of friends in low places, to quote the Garth Brooks song. One of these guys, nicknamed Klopper (which is the sound that was heard when his fist hits one's mouth) took it upon himself to beat the living sh!t out of anyone threatening to beat me up. He was more brawn than brains, but he saved my bacon more than once, without me knowing it. Unfortunately, I haven't seen him 40 years. I know he works pouring concrete, but I have no idea where. Ditto with a couple guys I knew that used to be my mechanic. I had a deal with them: I buy the parts I needed to fix my car, they'd fix my car at little to no charge. In return, they'd get me the parts to fix their computers, and I'd work on their PC's, for little or no cost, and we called it even. Unfortunately, they both died almost 2 years ago.
At least the landlord trusts me enough to show any rooms that end up being vacated in the townhouse for one reason or another. I'm also the only one that he knows to get his rent money the same time every month, being I'm on SSDI and he's the first to get paid in my budget, no matter what.
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Feb 20, 2016 22:11:45 GMT
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Post by OOM on Feb 20, 2016 22:11:45 GMT
I've never really had any family problems due to music. We just all listened to whatever we wanted. My grandfather who was a huge racist didn't like me listening to rock but I usually just ignored him. One time he did start yelling at me while I was listening to Led Zeppelin and then when I told him that Robert Plant is white he said I was brainwashed and a "n***** lover" and chased me out the door with his shotgun and actually shot at me. He missed though. That's the only musical conflict I've ever been in like that.
My dad was Italian so my mother converted to marry him and I was baptised Catholic as a baby. But I was born in 1964 and raised in Birmingham Alabama and when it was time for me to start school there was integration and bussing. There was a Catholic school I could go to but it was mixed so my grandfather said no. We lived with my grandparents after my mother's divorce. My grandfather hated Catholics but hated blacks more. I could have gone to Blessed Sacrament if it wasn't mixed. The public school was out because of integration so he sent me to a private school that was opened when integration started. It was a "Christian school". Baptst and afflilated with the church that was attached. Whites only. They gave anybody else a separate entrance exam. Tons of kids went there, and lots of those private Christian schools opened up all over the South during integration. Mine was k-12. That school actually managed to stay open until the mid 80s believe it or not and was whites only until it closed. They let in a Korean family and a Greek family and somehow that got them around the law. A few of them are still open and running but aren't whites only anymore. The school was against rock music though. They said it was Satanic. They were idiots. The same teacher who tried to convince us we would go to hell for listening to AC/DC also told us that the band Santana was named that because it had " Satan" in it and they were devil worshippers. When Terry Matthews raised his hand and said "they named the band that because the guys name is Carlos Santana" he got detention lol. We were also warned of the dire consequences of playing Stairway to Heaven backwards so everybody went home that day and played it backwards. Nothing happened.
I really don't listen to much music anymore unless I'm driving or laying out in the sun. I should because I miss it but I never remember to.
I say listen to whatever you want and just say fuck them about whoever tells you not to. It's your ears, do with them what you want.
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Feb 20, 2016 22:17:06 GMT
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Post by OOM on Feb 20, 2016 22:17:06 GMT
Also, that's not the only time I've ever been shot at by family. But it is the only time over music.
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Feb 26, 2016 9:06:42 GMT
Post by kraichgauer on Feb 26, 2016 9:06:42 GMT
Tell me about being a nerd. I'm the freak in the family because I don't like most popular music. My relatives on Dad's side of the family are heavy into bluegrass, which I can stomach in small amounts. Where I run into trouble is when the congregation I grew up in, with the exception of 3 uncles, told me I was going to hell for listening to Bach, Beethoven, and Brahms rather than Lowell Mason and Fanny Crosby hymnody. (Any wonder I left that church and went with the Lutherans?). Even trying to explain to that congregation the Bach's entire life was in service to the Church fell on deaf ears (To them Luther=Rome=Catholicism=Satan and the Whore of Rome. Bach was of Lutheran Thought, hence he was a member of the Whore of Rome.) While most people in my high school class tolerated me, I was pretty much an outsider. However, I had plenty of friends in low places, to quote the Garth Brooks song. One of these guys, nicknamed Klopper (which is the sound that was heard when his fist hits one's mouth) took it upon himself to beat the living sh!t out of anyone threatening to beat me up. He was more brawn than brains, but he saved my bacon more than once, without me knowing it. Unfortunately, I haven't seen him 40 years. I know he works pouring concrete, but I have no idea where. Ditto with a couple guys I knew that used to be my mechanic. I had a deal with them: I buy the parts I needed to fix my car, they'd fix my car at little to no charge. In return, they'd get me the parts to fix their computers, and I'd work on their PC's, for little or no cost, and we called it even. Unfortunately, they both died almost 2 years ago. At least the landlord trusts me enough to show any rooms that end up being vacated in the townhouse for one reason or another. I'm also the only one that he knows to get his rent money the same time every month, being I'm on SSDI and he's the first to get paid in my budget, no matter what. Really? I always thought Bach played for our team (meaning Lutherans ).
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Post by meistersinger on Feb 26, 2016 10:04:11 GMT
Tell me about being a nerd. I'm the freak in the family because I don't like most popular music. My relatives on Dad's side of the family are heavy into bluegrass, which I can stomach in small amounts. Where I run into trouble is when the congregation I grew up in, with the exception of 3 uncles, told me I was going to hell for listening to Bach, Beethoven, and Brahms rather than Lowell Mason and Fanny Crosby hymnody. (Any wonder I left that church and went with the Lutherans?). Even trying to explain to that congregation the Bach's entire life was in service to the Church fell on deaf ears (To them Luther=Rome=Catholicism=Satan and the Whore of Rome. Bach was of Lutheran Thought, hence he was a member of the Whore of Rome.) While most people in my high school class tolerated me, I was pretty much an outsider. However, I had plenty of friends in low places, to quote the Garth Brooks song. One of these guys, nicknamed Klopper (which is the sound that was heard when his fist hits one's mouth) took it upon himself to beat the living sh!t out of anyone threatening to beat me up. He was more brawn than brains, but he saved my bacon more than once, without me knowing it. Unfortunately, I haven't seen him 40 years. I know he works pouring concrete, but I have no idea where. Ditto with a couple guys I knew that used to be my mechanic. I had a deal with them: I buy the parts I needed to fix my car, they'd fix my car at little to no charge. In return, they'd get me the parts to fix their computers, and I'd work on their PC's, for little or no cost, and we called it even. Unfortunately, they both died almost 2 years ago. At least the landlord trusts me enough to show any rooms that end up being vacated in the townhouse for one reason or another. I'm also the only one that he knows to get his rent money the same time every month, being I'm on SSDI and he's the first to get paid in my budget, no matter what. Really? I always thought Bach played for our team (meaning Lutherans ). You know that, and I know that. But tell that to a congregation where the majority of the membership at the time never made it past 8th grade, and were fed the line that the Lutherans (and it doesn't matter if the Lutheran Comgregations were LCA, ALC, LC-MS, or WELS/ELS), and the Anglican Communion, as well as the Methodist Episcopal church, shared the same form of worship as the Catholics and the Orthodox traditions. Since they hear Rome and Catholic (even when catholic is spelled in lower case to denote the church universal), the automatically think the Whore of Rome, which is the Catholic Church. Back 45 or more years ago, the 65 and older generation, when they were pre-pubescent, had to take the PA high school exams to determine whether you ended your education at 8th grade, and became a farmer, or you went to senior high school, or you went to trade school. As I told the pastor from St. John's Mt. Rose Ave at the potluck Wednesday night, the congregation I grew up in, which was affiliated with the churches of God--General Conference of Findlay, OH (also known as the Winebrennerians) taught the worst parts of 5 point Calvinism, Arminianism, what is now known as classical dispensationalism (as developed by Cyrus I Scofield), predestination and pre determinism. I made the joke about myself that even coming to the Lutherans in 1977, I'm still theologically screwed up from time to time. He laughed, but something told him there was a bit of truth to that crack.
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Post by meistersinger on Mar 31, 2016 3:30:42 GMT
I don't know why I even bother looking for work. I saw an ad earlier this month on Craigslist for a part-time auto parts deliveryperson for a major foreign auto parts chain. I applied for the position on their website. I get a call 2 weeks ago for an interview. At the interview, which lasted 15 minutes (and wasn't much of an interview), I signed an job acceptance letter, and was given paperwork to sign off on to initiate a background check. The acceptance letter stated the position would start on 31 March, 2016. The store manager told me that I would be notified before 31 March if my background check is accepted. I have yet to hear from these people, so I'm assuming I did not get the job. I got medical bills and credit card bills that have now gone into collections, thereby permanently ruining my credit, which wasn't very good to begin with. Now with my car acting up again, the bank threatening to close my checking account because I bounced checks, AGAIN, and people making unreasonable demands on me again, I'm ready to have a frontal lobotomy done, so I can no longer feel or do anything. I've had it!
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May 26, 2016 23:32:04 GMT
Post by spikemarlin on May 26, 2016 23:32:04 GMT
I've never really had any family problems due to music. We just all listened to whatever we wanted. My grandfather who was a huge racist didn't like me listening to rock but I usually just ignored him. One time he did start yelling at me while I was listening to Led Zeppelin and then when I told him that Robert Plant is white he said I was brainwashed and a "n***** lover" and chased me out the door with his shotgun and actually shot at me. He missed though. That's the only musical conflict I've ever been in like that. My dad was Italian so my mother converted to marry him and I was baptised Catholic as a baby. But I was born in 1964 and raised in Birmingham Alabama and when it was time for me to start school there was integration and bussing. There was a Catholic school I could go to but it was mixed so my grandfather said no. We lived with my grandparents after my mother's divorce. My grandfather hated Catholics but hated blacks more. I could have gone to Blessed Sacrament if it wasn't mixed. The public school was out because of integration so he sent me to a private school that was opened when integration started. It was a "Christian school". Baptst and afflilated with the church that was attached. Whites only. They gave anybody else a separate entrance exam. Tons of kids went there, and lots of those private Christian schools opened up all over the South during integration. Mine was k-12. That school actually managed to stay open until the mid 80s believe it or not and was whites only until it closed. They let in a Korean family and a Greek family and somehow that got them around the law. A few of them are still open and running but aren't whites only anymore. The school was against rock music though. They said it was Satanic. They were idiots. The same teacher who tried to convince us we would go to hell for listening to AC/DC also told us that the band Santana was named that because it had " Satan" in it and they were devil worshippers. When Terry Matthews raised his hand and said "they named the band that because the guys name is Carlos Santana" he got detention lol. We were also warned of the dire consequences of playing Stairway to Heaven backwards so everybody went home that day and played it backwards. Nothing happened. I really don't listen to much music anymore unless I'm driving or laying out in the sun. I should because I miss it but I never remember to. I say listen to whatever you want and just say fuck them about whoever tells you not to. It's your ears, do with them what you want. Robert Plant's music is rooted in the Black blues of the American South. So he might get a kick out of that story about your grandad in a fan letter. Lol! Carlos Santana's surname means "Saint Anna". A nun who teaches in a parochial school oughta know that! Jeeze!
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