It has been two months. I don’t think I will ever see a penny of what my boyfriend’s mom owes us. Eight thousand dollars just…gone.
I’m sure feels entitled to it, as she does with all the help she gets from us, as if we’ve somehow made her life miserable while we were watching her other son while she wanted to go out and party with her friends, or pay her car payments (that my boyfriend had to cosign on the loan for so she could even get it) or rent because she “needed to buy groceries” after blowing most of her money getting her nails and hair done, or buying a new fucking iPhone. And now Sean’s going to buy her the only car we can afford to get her - it’s $600 - and she’s going to resent us because it is hella ugly/old and she won’t get to roll around in Sean’s truck anymore. But this car…it’s getting a brand new engine put in it. It is definitely going to run better than my hunk of junk. I told Sean that he can’t help her anymore after this. She won’t have a car payment, her insurance will be dirt cheap since it won’t be full coverage, it will get better gas mileage than the truck, and she’s getting alimony and child support from Sean’s dad, on top of whatever she’s getting paid every month at her full time job. She doesn’t need our help. I’m 30000% okay if we never talk to her again.
And me? Well, now that Sean and I won’t be forced to carpool in my shitty, falling apart car, I’ll probably get a second job so we can actually get back up to what we had saved before Sean’s mom decided to fuck my stupid life up. Again.
I just agreed to help her with the idea that maybe she’d just…owe us what she owes us, be a good person, and pay us back as she can, but I guess I just had too much faith in her. She took her happy ass to the salon and got a brand new hair color that she had the audacity to show off to me. Where……..where is my fucking money? Ugghh.
She doesn’t care about her son. She doesn’t care about us. She doesn’t care about anyone but herself. I hate her and I’m done. There’s no such thing as karma. Good things happen to bad people, and as for the rest of us…