Grow Up!

Grow –verb (used without object)

1. to increase by natural development, as any living organism orpart by assimilation of nutriment; increase in size orsubstance.
2.to form and increase in size by a process of inorganic accretion, as by crystallization.
3.to arise or issue as a natural development from an original happening, circumstance, or source: Our friendship grewfrom common interests.
Well gosh. I would just like to say that I refrained from titling this post as Grow the F#$% Up!
In my dealings with people I have learned that I really don’t like having dealings with people. Honestly, the majority of us are bitchy little whiners, who at some point are dishonest and interested in only what can make things better or easier for ourselves.  God has his work cut our for him trying to save the lot of us. And honestly, from what I can tell, Satan has his work cut out for him trying to pick up the vast majority of assholes that want to spend an eternity seperated from God as Satan’s personal errand runner or file keeper in hell.
Now that being said there is a reason why I am unusually irritated this evening. It is the evil W. Carlos’s X. She is by far one of the most poisonous people I have ever met. I worry about him constantly. You have to deal with an X forever once you have kids with them. He has 4. And sadly they spend more of their time with Crazy W than they get with him. Maybe if he didn’t work 60 hours a week to pay for the life of luxury for this heartless bitch things would be easier for him. Sigh.  See how mad I am. I try not to be a huge name caller. But here I am, plugging away at the keys in my jammies this evening and I just get hot mad just thinking about it.
Running off on an angry tangent up there. This post is about the Evil W yes. The main point of it is the fact that she is still a spoiled brat. Lord help me not to just pull all my hair out just thinking about it. I swear till I came along, poor Carlos didn’t know how to tell this woman no. Now that I am here and have begged him to take his testicles back and reattach them to his scrotum he actually says no. On his own. I am not a control freak folks. If you don’t believe me then read the post titled Control. I want people to be responsible for themselves. That is all. (And their kids to a point) Moving on. I don’t know that there has been a time in all the nearly 10 years that I have known Carlos and the evil W, that she hasn’t always gotten her way. Honestly, with everyone (including me) she has a way of making people just do what she wants. I used to think that she was charismatic. Sorta like the Anti Christ, but since I don’t think that is it I more figured out that it is a matter of keeping her giant trap closed. People do what she wants so she will shut her face.
I had a run in with her crazy pointed at me a little more than a year after we first met. She will use your personal information that you shared with her as a weapon. Be ready to take the scars you shared and bare them again. Only shes gonna dump salt in them for you. Hope you don’t mind.
I have had her drama aimed at me lots since falling in love with Carlos. I have run from it and left him alone to deal with Queen Bitch on his own. But it wasn’t meant for me to stay away. I find myself in an ongoing battle now with the Evil W. Some days I win. Some days I have to look deep inside myself to just get through and take care of everyday things.  She reminds me of the spoiled rich kid who just comes along and does what they want and everyone just lets them. Cause honestly, no one wants to see the nasty little bugger volcanic erupt all over everything and everyone leaving mass destruction and exodus in its path. Well everytime Carlos says no, which is fairly often now since his balls are now his own again, she just flips out.
See the reason why Scary W is so mad is that I took her nighttime husband away. Before Carlos left, she had her current husband and her X living in the same house. During the day Current Hubby took care of things, and then he went to work. Shortly after Day Hubby left, Carlos (X husband of 3 years) comes home to take over the duties of the kids and what not. Now let me just say, this sounds a lot like having Brother Husbands.  I saw that episode of Raising Hope.  And while the idea sounds great, I find one man is hard enough to love and take care of, more than one. Sheesh, now she is just trying to be an over achiever.  She also treats her men like children. When they make her mad she tries to take away their toys or ground them. Every time she got mad at Carlos she told him he had to move out and she was keeping his car. Nice right. Well she never actually kicked him out. When I broke things off with Carlos (see depressing letter posted on here somewhere) she told him he didn’t have to move out anymore. But he did anyway. I am so proud of him for that. (Way to go Honey!!! )
So after Carlos left, and then I just couldn’t help but send him a link to my blog with my heart felt goodbye on it, we decided we still wanted to be together. And we are still. Totally burns her biscuits too. But every time she gets mad at him its, I need more money, and your a bad father. Then after a few days of that its a teary phone call of I love you, and I hate that we aren’t together anymore, and why can’t we try again? I bet her current husband doesn’t appreciate that at all. She says he knows but I am skeptical. She is a giant liar most of the time so I don’t believe much that comes out of her mouth at all. You can’t try again because I promised him a mercy killing before I would ever let him go back to being treated that way.
Now can you see why I think she needs to grow up?  Ugh, dealing with her just makes me want to march over to her house and spank her ass. And not in the kinky way that most of you would totally love. The way that would say stop acting like a 13 year old spoiled brat. You don’t get to control everything, in fact, you can’t control yourself. So stop thinking you know everything, put away your judgement for everyone around you and try to work on what you have right in front of you instead of obsessing over other people. I never so much in my life, wished that someone would just forget I exist.
Well considering that the word count is climbing and this still sounds just like a huge whiny fest (told you we humans are bitchy little whiners) I shall go for now. But don’t worry. Much more to come I am sure. It has been a dramatic week. And that is when I write the most.
Always Yours,
Lady X
When I Grow Up – Pussy Cat Dolls
Boys call you sexy
And you don?t care what they say
See every time you turn around
They screaming your nameBoys call you sexy
And you don?t care what they say
See every time you turn around
They screaming your name

Now I’ve got a confession
When I was young I wanted attention
And I promised myself that I?d do anything
Anything at all for them to notice me

But I ain’t complaining
We all wanna be famous
So go ahead and say what you wanna say

You don?t know what its like to be nameless
Want them to know what your name is
Cuz see when I was younger I would say

When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies

When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have groupies

When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines

When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick
When I step out on the scene

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

They used to tell me I was silly
Until I popped up on the TV
I always wanted to be a superstar
And knew that singing songs would get me this far

But I ain’t complaining
We all wanna be famous
So go ahead and say what you wanna say

You don?t know what its like to be nameless
Want them to know what your name is
Cuz see when I was younger I would say

When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies

When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have groupies

When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines

When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick
When I step out on the scene

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

I see them staring at me
Ooh I’m a trendsetter
Yes this is true cuz what I do
No one can do it better

You can talk about me
Cuz I’m a hot topic
I see you watching me watching me
And I know you want it, oh

When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies

When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have groupies

When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines

When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick
When I step out on the scene

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

When I grow up
I wanna be famous
I wanna be a star
I wanna be in movies

When I grow up
I wanna see the world
Drive nice cars
I wanna have groupies

When I grow up
Be on TV
People know me
Be on magazines

When I grow up
Fresh and clean
Number one chick
When I step out on the scene

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

Be careful what you wish for
Cuz you just might get it
You just might get it
You just might get it

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