infinitys_7th
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So I have July 4th as a holiday and take off the 5th and 6th from work to have a 5 day weekend to work cattle with them. I clash a lot with my mom - she's an absolute control freak, almost a narcissist. But the 4th goes alright, and the 5th and 6th do as well, though (as usual) she keeps putting off working the cattle for other things.
So today I come to their farm at 9 and start working. Watered their cattle, her plants (they are in a drought), trimmed some shrubbery, fixed a little fence, chopped nettles in the field. We finally start working cows, and the same old little picks at me start. I bring over bulls she is sending off, with one cow in the mix, and she starts screaming about how stupid I am because I brought a cow. That I don't know the difference between a cow and a bull. Stupid fucking bitch, but I take it. The shit keeps on going, with their usual bullying strategy (mom says do x, dad says do y, if I do either they both gang up and bitch at me because I didn't do "the right one"). Finally they start bitching because I didn't open a gate when my dad was bringing a bull to go through it. My mom was screaming that I would let the bulls who had already gone through it out, and they did start moving towards it. So right on cue my dad starts bitching and my mom joins in, and I go fucking nuts.
To dad, "You fucking imbecile, you can't open and close a gate at the same fucking time!" and I just kept on.
My mom had previously mistaken a cow for a bull, and I felt the need to note the irony. "Hey, you stupid bitch, a bull has a cock!"
And it just kept on from there.
To top it all off, their friend who was coming to take the bulls had just got there, so both of them were trying to get me to be quiet. I just didn't really care. I wanted him to hear how stupid these two are. I get so tired of the shitheads watching every move I make and mocking it and ridiculing it (my dad does these little mocking movements, and my mom plays big boss and acts like a fucking drill sergeant).
So my dad walks off into the field towards the other side of the farm, say 3ish, because I wouldn't shut up with their friend there. He does that shit a lot - goes off and puts over his widdle way not being hot. They both do, actually. It's not uncommon for either of them to drive off ranting about killing themselves, but they never do so I stopped caring. And I didn't care when my dad did it today. He'd be back. No need to give the toddler attention.
So a few hours go by and he has not come back, so I go over and check the farm and woods. Even if he was being dramatic, he has a bad hip so maybe he could have fallen and broken it? He is no where. Checked the barns and everything. Checked their old house where he sometimes sleeps when he puts (it is hoarded and ruined by cats). He's not there. Eh, he's hid before, and it does not look like he has fallen anywhere. Decide again not to care. Mom is blaming me because my temper will give them a heart attack (eyeroll). I go eat Zaxby's, figuring he will be back. This is like 8ish.
11ish, my mom is frantic. She claimed to have checked the house when she fed the cats and he was not there. His vehicle was still there, he did not have his cellphone, etc. Oh, shit. Maybe he actually did something. I walk over the farm (80 acre) again, check all the barns again (lofts, stables, etc.), go through their overgrown woods where he could have cut through. Nothing. Try checking the house again, but the key is not there. Mom insists she checked it, so I start looking around the farm again. She again puts me on a guilt trip that this is my fault.
Mom ends up calling the neighbors, then 911. The neighbors bring over their gator with floodlights and go over the farm again. The cops show up with a tracker dog and look over the house. I'm distraught. They want to look at the house again, so I go to where they have the key hid. No key. Call mom, and she says she thinks she left it at their business (where they live since destroying their house). I go down and check. No key. Call mom, and she insists she put it back. Ask her again if she checked the whole house. "Well, just the front. I didn't check the bedrooms."
Jesus fuck. If she put the key back, and it is gone, then dad must have grabbed it after she left, so the asshole must be in the house. Drive back. Pass EMS vehicle with dog driving away. Oh, shit. Get to a T intersection and run into one of the cops driving away, honk to get his attention. "Whoever checked the house didn't check it very good. He was asleep in the bedroom." Oh, shit.
I almost burst out laughing, but hold it back because that would probably get us arrested. Get back, and all the cops and neighbors are gone, and my mom is sitting on her fat ass in her car. She now insists she checked the bedrooms. Why didn't I verify? I go off on her again because I am fucking tired of her using their lives as ammunition against me. Fucking silence because she knows what a piece of shit she is. This is 12:30ish.
I'm at a hotel right now, Holiday Inn Express. I am kind of going between extreme rage, pain, and nonstop laughter right now, but I just can't be around the shitheads any longer. I live and work out of state, 6 hours away, as an engineer, and have tried trimming down coming "home" to once a month, but after this shitfest I am thinking of going no contact. Just so fucking tired of being mocked and belittled and insulted by them, mostly her (e.g. I don't have a real job because engineers don't really "work", attacks on my salary, etc.). BTW, I travel for work across the southeast US so much I have a month of free Holiday Inn stays, if that means anything. Using one tonight. Well worth it. I'm packing up and leaving tomorrow. Got in poison ivy searching the woods, so I am going to run and get some lotion for it, but I am not sure if I can sleep.
Long ramble, but IDK what to do. My GF is going through a ton of shit right now and I can't call her about this. Don't really have anyone else to talk about it with. Not sure I want to talk so much as vent mostly anonymously anyway. I've figured out over the past 2-3 years how fucked my family was, but tonight just feels like, ah, consequences will never be the same. Paradigm shift. I think this was all a fucking act. I am so fucking tired now.
So today I come to their farm at 9 and start working. Watered their cattle, her plants (they are in a drought), trimmed some shrubbery, fixed a little fence, chopped nettles in the field. We finally start working cows, and the same old little picks at me start. I bring over bulls she is sending off, with one cow in the mix, and she starts screaming about how stupid I am because I brought a cow. That I don't know the difference between a cow and a bull. Stupid fucking bitch, but I take it. The shit keeps on going, with their usual bullying strategy (mom says do x, dad says do y, if I do either they both gang up and bitch at me because I didn't do "the right one"). Finally they start bitching because I didn't open a gate when my dad was bringing a bull to go through it. My mom was screaming that I would let the bulls who had already gone through it out, and they did start moving towards it. So right on cue my dad starts bitching and my mom joins in, and I go fucking nuts.
To dad, "You fucking imbecile, you can't open and close a gate at the same fucking time!" and I just kept on.
My mom had previously mistaken a cow for a bull, and I felt the need to note the irony. "Hey, you stupid bitch, a bull has a cock!"
And it just kept on from there.
To top it all off, their friend who was coming to take the bulls had just got there, so both of them were trying to get me to be quiet. I just didn't really care. I wanted him to hear how stupid these two are. I get so tired of the shitheads watching every move I make and mocking it and ridiculing it (my dad does these little mocking movements, and my mom plays big boss and acts like a fucking drill sergeant).
So my dad walks off into the field towards the other side of the farm, say 3ish, because I wouldn't shut up with their friend there. He does that shit a lot - goes off and puts over his widdle way not being hot. They both do, actually. It's not uncommon for either of them to drive off ranting about killing themselves, but they never do so I stopped caring. And I didn't care when my dad did it today. He'd be back. No need to give the toddler attention.
So a few hours go by and he has not come back, so I go over and check the farm and woods. Even if he was being dramatic, he has a bad hip so maybe he could have fallen and broken it? He is no where. Checked the barns and everything. Checked their old house where he sometimes sleeps when he puts (it is hoarded and ruined by cats). He's not there. Eh, he's hid before, and it does not look like he has fallen anywhere. Decide again not to care. Mom is blaming me because my temper will give them a heart attack (eyeroll). I go eat Zaxby's, figuring he will be back. This is like 8ish.
11ish, my mom is frantic. She claimed to have checked the house when she fed the cats and he was not there. His vehicle was still there, he did not have his cellphone, etc. Oh, shit. Maybe he actually did something. I walk over the farm (80 acre) again, check all the barns again (lofts, stables, etc.), go through their overgrown woods where he could have cut through. Nothing. Try checking the house again, but the key is not there. Mom insists she checked it, so I start looking around the farm again. She again puts me on a guilt trip that this is my fault.
Mom ends up calling the neighbors, then 911. The neighbors bring over their gator with floodlights and go over the farm again. The cops show up with a tracker dog and look over the house. I'm distraught. They want to look at the house again, so I go to where they have the key hid. No key. Call mom, and she says she thinks she left it at their business (where they live since destroying their house). I go down and check. No key. Call mom, and she insists she put it back. Ask her again if she checked the whole house. "Well, just the front. I didn't check the bedrooms."
Jesus fuck. If she put the key back, and it is gone, then dad must have grabbed it after she left, so the asshole must be in the house. Drive back. Pass EMS vehicle with dog driving away. Oh, shit. Get to a T intersection and run into one of the cops driving away, honk to get his attention. "Whoever checked the house didn't check it very good. He was asleep in the bedroom." Oh, shit.
I almost burst out laughing, but hold it back because that would probably get us arrested. Get back, and all the cops and neighbors are gone, and my mom is sitting on her fat ass in her car. She now insists she checked the bedrooms. Why didn't I verify? I go off on her again because I am fucking tired of her using their lives as ammunition against me. Fucking silence because she knows what a piece of shit she is. This is 12:30ish.
I'm at a hotel right now, Holiday Inn Express. I am kind of going between extreme rage, pain, and nonstop laughter right now, but I just can't be around the shitheads any longer. I live and work out of state, 6 hours away, as an engineer, and have tried trimming down coming "home" to once a month, but after this shitfest I am thinking of going no contact. Just so fucking tired of being mocked and belittled and insulted by them, mostly her (e.g. I don't have a real job because engineers don't really "work", attacks on my salary, etc.). BTW, I travel for work across the southeast US so much I have a month of free Holiday Inn stays, if that means anything. Using one tonight. Well worth it. I'm packing up and leaving tomorrow. Got in poison ivy searching the woods, so I am going to run and get some lotion for it, but I am not sure if I can sleep.
Long ramble, but IDK what to do. My GF is going through a ton of shit right now and I can't call her about this. Don't really have anyone else to talk about it with. Not sure I want to talk so much as vent mostly anonymously anyway. I've figured out over the past 2-3 years how fucked my family was, but tonight just feels like, ah, consequences will never be the same. Paradigm shift. I think this was all a fucking act. I am so fucking tired now.
