I had forgotten about this...

You know what? I had some jerk leave a comment to the effect that I was wrong. I had a brilliant post up that included 5 different responses to the comment. But I don't care. I took it down cause it's just not worth it to me to deal with the issue any more.

Well, things have been going downhill fast here. My oldest daughter, Blair, has told off her adoptive parents, quit school (her first semester of college) and her job to move down here and move in with her boyfriend, Marc. She is 18 and technically an adult. However, she is not even close to being mature enough to deal with the situation she is now in. Her first week here she basically slept and ate. Oh, and whined. And was clingy (to Marc). Marc and I are both on Social Security Disability. What that means is that neither of us can afford to support her. Marc's mom Kelly works 12 hour days a lot and isn't going to support her either. Kelly said she had two weeks to get a job. She hasn't done any housework till I told her the other day to do the dishes. Plus, she gets in the car and insists on sitting in the front seat with me. But then she turns her entire body away from me, facing toward the door and talks in whispers to Marc. I have told her on a couple of occasions this is rude but she doesn't seem to get it. When you turn your entire body away from somebody like that, it's like you are screaming that you want to be in the front seat but you want absolutely nothing to do with the other occupant of the front seat. Why she can't turn the other way I have no idea. Apparently she thinks this is unreasonable of me as well. And Marc has been running the heat in the house. The air was on when he got up and he insisted it was 50f in the house. Ok, but instead of running the heat, he should have opened windows and put on heavier clothing. I came in the house and immediately began sweating. It was 80f inside. Only about 75f outside. And of course the air had to be turned on in the afternoon because it got too hot in the house. Kelly had told us that the electric bill for last month was $300. Apparently Marc took issue with me telling him he couldn't turn the heat on like that. So he bitched at his mom about it instead of saying something to me. Fine. He doesn't understand that it's not just wasteful but also a slap in the face to his mom for him to be using three times the electricity that could be used and I'm washing my hands of the whole thing. Whatever. Kelly can try to squeeze the extra cash out of him and Blair next month. I will be moving again at the beginning of the month. Between me being embarrassed about Blair acting like a child (she gets ill every time you try to tell her she can't do something - to the point where she forces everyone to see her as the center of attention) and Marc being mad at me for trying to explain to him about the heat, I'm fed up. I'm not sure where I'll end up but it definitely won't be where I'm at now. I love Kelly to death, but I can't deal with them. Best if I leave before I end up hating both of them. I can no longer see a future for the both of them. That sucks, but it's true. Before I could see them together for a long time. Now I don't. Just bad things on the horizon.