Alright, so the other night (Monday), my grama and I got into an argument. She was driving me absolutely nuts bitch, whine, and moaning all weekend whlie my mom was gone, and then she threatened to make Mikey sleep in the back of the house where it's so hot you can barely breathe (or at least, it was at the time...it's gotten better the past few days), if he wasn't quiet because Charlie was over here and had to go to the Doctors in the morning. (My cousins, Charlie & Jay were here, and their mom was picking them up at FOUR AM to take them to SPRINGFIELD which is THREE HOURS AWAY to get a TUBE shoved down Charlie's throat! What kind of Mother has her kid stay at someone else's house right before something like that? But anyways...)

Anyways, me and Gram got into an argument, I told her she was driving us all nuts bitching like a fiend, and you know, we argued. It was pretty loud, but nothing extreme.

Well Jay opened his big mouth and said "Great now we'll have to go home because Charlie won't sleep after this and he'll be upset". As soon as Jay said "He'll be upset", Charlie started sobbing. Or at least, according to Adam and Mikey. I went to my room and was in tears.

But....Mikey and Adam were both out there, close to Charlie than Jay was, and they said until Jay opened his mouth, he was fine. Well then Jay calls his mom, my bitch of an Aunt, and all hell breaks loose. They go home, and then Tammy had to come over at 4 am to borrow money from Gram and started causing trouble.

Well, then last night, I found out that my Aunt has been causing more trouble than I imagined she would. She called and told my grampa about it, claiming that I told Gram that "I hate her" and "I wish she was dead". Now, my grandmother is *DIEING* Of congestive heart failure. When I found out, I went absofuckinglutely nuts. I'm not sure if I wrote about it in here or not, but any of my friends know I was devestated when I found out. Luckily, my grama probably has quite a few years left with us, but that's not the point. Why in the FUCK after being so upset about her dieing, would I EVER say those things?

What *ENDED* Gram & I's argument was her brining my Uncle CJ (who died when I was 3 in a drunk driving accident) into it. I said "fuck that, that's not right. I'm out of this shit".

My cousin Nikki told my Uncle CJ "I Hate you" before he died and has always regretted it. That's why I rarely, if *EVER* utter those words, and if I do, it's to my mom. I've said it I think 4 times to my mother in my entire LIFE, and I *ALWAYS* apologize immediately after. Even if I'm still mad.

But...the fact my aunt did that is what really pissed me off. My aunt lied and told my grampa and my mom that I said that. My Aunt Terri (my godmother) told my mom about my Aunt Tammy telling my grampa, 'cause he tells her everything. So..yeah...*sigh* Tammy's running her mouth like a bat out of hell. My PAP (Grampa) even told my aunt Terri "She'll say anything to keep the subject off of her and her bullshit. I don't care that Manda and Wilma fought, what I want to know is why Charlie was at Bobbi's house when he had to go to the doctors the next day."

But just, GRRR. My Aunt wasn't even HERE, and when my mom asked Gram if I said it, Gram even said "No, she said some hurtful things, but I don't think she even could say that". And then, of course, Mom asked me, and I was like "WHAT THE FUCK!?"

THat just really upset me. Because yeah, grr. Me and Gram had dropped it and let it go the NEXT DAY. Tammy's keeping it going four days later? WTF? *sigh* I thought she'd 'cause some shit but this is ridiculous...oh and it gets worse.

Not only that, but my Grampa told my aunt Terri that Tammy had said, and I quote "Jay Michael had to grab Manda by the throat and bounce her off a wall to split them up". Now hold it....Gram & I *NEVER* laid a hand on eachother. When she threatened to hit me, I told her "Fucking try me, I won't hit you back, but try me".('Cause yeah, I definately would have restrained her ass).

But apparently she told my Pap it was a "knock-down-drag-out-brawl". And yada yada. She also had the fucking gutts to tell him that she's "counting the days" until I'm 18 so she can beat my ass. She just told my mom "She'll be eighteen in a month and I'll beat her ass, my mother's dieing of congestive heart failure, no one's going to talk to her like that!"

When Mom was explaining all this last night because Terri called and was talking to her about it, I drug her aside afterwords. She was talking about what Tammy said to her and then pointed out: "I asked Tammy to take mom to the doctors the other day, and she couldn't be bothered. Suddenly she cares that she's dieing?"

And Mom asked Tammy "Do you honestly think that she's so stupid that she won't press charges just because she's 18?"

So yeah. My Aunt is threatening to beat the shit out of me, and if she does, she's fucked. 'Cause I have no qualms about beating the fuck out of her and then pressing charges. Or getting a restraining order. And my front door will have a "No Trespassing" sign on it, and I will have Adam get a gun if she can't be civil.

It was none of her business, it was between me and Gram, and we settled it. Hell, even GRAM is pissed that she's doing this shit. When Adam and I woke up this morning, she was ranting to mom about how "So what, the Grama and the grandkid get into a fight, that doesn't mean you fucking attack the grandkid!"

So yeah, *sigh* I'm not a happy camper. I don't like my Aunt Tammy. Terri has always been my favorite. And that's not because I've spent more time with her, which I have, 'cause Tammy can't stand kids and never wanted me around. But....Terri's fun. She's honestly a really amazing person. When my former step-dad, John, was in jail and his father broke my mom's foot and tried to kill her...Aunt Terri came and got us. Now mind you, there were HUGE downed trees on the road. Gram had tried to take us out of the house the night before, but couldn't because trees were down both ways, tornadoes touched down, etc. So we were trapped out here with no electric.

Aunt Terri, who mind you, has had a terrible back my whole life. This woman has, I think, six or less vertebrae left in her back. She lives on morphine patches and pills to survive and be able to walk. Without them, she couldn't. Now, mind you, she's one of the few people in my family who doesn't do pot and stuff like that, and she hasn't in years. She's not a druggy, a pill popper, or an alcaholic or anything. But without her meds, she's crippled. She's in horrible pain all the time as is.

This woman wielded a chain-saw and hauled logs away from the road to be able to get to us on Easter. (She was staying at a friends place, long story. But the friends son was with her as well, but he even said, she did half if not more of the work).

She took us back to where she was staying, and we had Easter there. She'd made all the food, everything. Not to mention, my mom, brother, and I each had a little gift from her. And we'd brought Mikey's easter basket, and my presents along.

She even gave mom one of her morphine patches to help with the pain in Mom's foot.

Now, compare this with the woman who, from the time I was 10 years old, told me I'm a worthless, mouthy, little bitch. And who has continually trashed on me for YEARS. And you'll see why we don't like Tammy. (I can't even get into the bullshit that woman has put me through. She treated me like shit, even after she found out about my deppression and shit. She cares about no one but herself. She's even started drinking & driving since she left my Uncle Jay and took up with her boyfriend, "Coon". And she has a 7 year old son, plus my cousin Jay. Tell you anything?)

Anyways, I'm ranting 'cause I'm seriously pissed off at my Aunt Tammy. This is just ridiculous, and I'm sick of her starting drama just because she doesn't want Pap to know about her bullshit. She does it all the fucking time. *sigh*

Anyways, I'm going to head out. Cya'll later.

~Manda

posted by Manda @ 4:48 PM+

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