here is an update, and i just had to come here and post this from keeping me from putting my foot up this woman's ass, i was so pissed off at the entire sittuation.
the woman had a computer problem, and my fiancee being who she is, recommened /made me go over there and fix her pc, so she doesn't have to take it to best buy. Anyway, I mentioned she has a son. This *****, might be the absolute worst mother on the face of the earth. not even talking about the letting your nBF smoke weed in the house around your kid.
the kid wakes up, and you can tell he is just on edge. I mean, he's just... real nervous. I'm like little nigga what's up it's saturday lol, watch some cartoons or something. So i'm sitting there working and the dude, keep in mind, he's ****ing 10, tries to make his own breakfast becuase his fat **** mom is still sleep. he makes some eggs or tires to, and he didn't clean the stove off all the way. not that big of a deal. if my sister did that i would simply go ger her and make her reclean it up. she comes out and starts yelling at him i mean YELLING at him, and he starts crying, and she slaps him. he cries more, and she tells him be quiet and "why are you always crying " ***** i'd cry to if your 300 pound ass slapped me. So she makes him stand in the corner with his nose in the corner for like 30 mintues, becuase he won't shut up. mind you all she had to do is ask the damn kid to come back and clean up. really what she should have done is got her fat ass up and cooked.
so about 30 mintues pasts, the kid tries to get the **** out the house, i dont' b lame him. he grabs the basketball, goes down the street. he leaves the door open. it's not a bad neighrboorhood. she goes down the street, makes him come home, beats the **** out of him again and makes him go to "bed".. at ****ing 11am on a saturday morning.
the kid, literary hasn't done **** wrong all day long. I came, i had to bite my tounge3 big time and just get out because it's not my place, but I damn near popped that woman for treating that kid like that. That's the type of woman who has a child that doesn't want a child. He's just there. The way she sees it, he's the reason she can't get a good man so she takes out her anger on him.
Puts things in perspective, as bad as I had it, and as much as I critique my mom, and make no mistake some of the **** she di was ****ed up, i know my mom gives a damn about me. I really do not think she loves her son.
That kid, i hate to say it, has a prison outfit waiting on him in 10 years.