That’s it. I seriously can not stand it anymore. My Grandmother is turning into a total psycho. Ryan got me sick and yesterday I spent the entire day puking and shitting and being totally fucking miserable. What does she do? Act like an asshole. “Whaaa poor you you’re always sick”. Like I would have chose to spend my day on the fucking toilet? I don’t think so. I would much rather have spent it out of this god damn house and as far away from that crazy bitch as possible.

Ryan had Justin and I up until 2 Am last night because he napped all day since he was sick also. We didn’t get much sleep at all. After getting Ryan off to school at 7:45 and doing a few things we tried to take a nap only to be woken up at 10:15 by my Grandmother yelling and screaming and insulting us calling us every name she could think of for not being awake. Why do I even need to be awake when my son is at school for HOURS? Wouldn’t it make more sense to catch up on the sleep I lost last night and maybe recuperate some so I’m not still sick and tired when he gets home from school?

She then decides to scream and yell about how messy my room is. Now this is the most rediculous part of all. My room is a little messy because Justin and I were going to rearrange it and move everything around today since Ryan keeps jumping on my bed and it’s dangerous to have it against the windows. A LITTLE messy. Nana’s entire house is completely disgusting. She has the entire downstairs so packed with random SHIT that you can’t even walk in the door and through the kitchen without knocking tons of shit over. She also has two bedrooms downstairs AND a bedroom up here completely filled with shit. I mean packed so full that she can’t even get into the rooms. My poor uncle is sleeping on the couch in a living room also full of shit because she has all the rooms stuffed like that.

And I’m a filthy pig? :lol:

I told her I can’t stand it anymore. I’m leaving. I’ll be out by next week. I also told her not even to speak to me anymore.

The problem is I have no money. I’m in debt like crazy from getting Ryan’s x-mas presents. I’m going to call Ryan’s Dad ( who’s never paid child support in his life, moved to california, is currently running his wifes business and driving a Lexus yet can’t even pitch in to help me pay for Ryan’s x-mas present when he makes more in a day then I make in a month ) and tell him he’s going to have to help me out or I’m bringing him to fucking court. Ryan shouldn’t have to live here. The reason we keep getting sick in the first place is the fucking mold. This house is disgusting.