07/12/2010

I was going to blog about how the devil incarnate of a landlord harassed me over the weekend, how I took a fall in the snow, how I’ve had to move out, how I caught yet another cold and how today is the only day in about 10 that I’ve properly eaten, but I’ll do that in another post. Instead I’m going to  have a little rant about my father.

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My dad is the most spineless man I’ve ever come across. Wimpish is a big understatement when defining him. I resent him very much for this, and off late my feelings have lingered dangerously on the hate scale. You can go crazy on the comments and tell me I have ‘daddy issues’ if you like.

But  listen to this: He has three properties abroad – properties which he wouldn’t have bought were it not for my mum constantly nagging him to make an investment. In fact she practically just got up one morning and stole a huge sum of money from his account and went to buy these properties. He didn’t speak to her for ages after this. Anyway, of the three properties, one is a three bedroom house in a  desirable area, where he could make a lot of money if he wanted, for a family to rent  or make it a holiday let. But no, he doesn’t see it that way. What’s happening instead? He’s let my uncle live there and run the place down. My uncle does not care about the property because it’s not his anyway. It’s like his little holiday retreat where he does everything and expects someone to pick his mess up for him, only there is no one to do that so the place is left in right state. He hasn’t kept up with the bills, or even paid the caretaker that was originally there for ages, he chooses instead to stay away partying and living it up. Ever since we learnt about this, all my father has done is complain but not do a single thing. He remains silent. I mean who the fuck does this? Whenever my mum talks directly to this useless uncle of mine, he promises he’ll sort things out, but he doesn’t! I’ve told my dad for the past one year to get out there and kick some arse. For fuck’s sake if it means throwing the man naked out in the streets in the middle of the night, do it! No he can’t. He worries instead what his families and friends will think of him. Yes, laugh with me please. My dad’s sole purpose in life is to impress people and to look good or wealthy in front of others. This makes me very angry because most of our relatives don’t care about us, especially when they know we are cash-strapped. They just want to take, not give. They don’t even communicate enough with my parents, especially since the financial situation started – when they do it’s usually to show off. So why in the world would he care about what any one of them thought? Are his relatives, friends, and more annoyingly, his ‘status’ important than the welfare of his children? Or his children’s inheritance? I don’t get it, what kind of man is this? The kind of man who complains about the living costs of his daughter at uni because he thinks that money could have been spent on something else, like buying a flashy car. Where did this type of man come from? I’m finding it really hard to  believe I share the same DNA as this man. A father is supposed to be responsible. And aren’t parents supposed to walk to the ends of the earth for their children? So why this selfishness?

It doesn’t help matters that when things are bad, he thinks he’s the only one suffering. He thinks he’s the only one stressed about the money situation. He thinks he’s the only one not having enough to save or spend. It’s always about me, me, me. Everyone should feel sorry for him. My mum should drop what she’s doing and baby him. He’s got this way of eating at your spirit that is so exhausting I can’t take it anymore. I’m not the parent here, he’s the parent. He’s capable and able-bodied, I will not suffer in the name of pandering to his needs. I simply refuse to suffer because it’s avoidable. Because I want to live well. Because I don’t want to have someone who can not so much as think creatively for himself, who wants every decision to be made for him. I’m too young for that.

I actually really, hand on heart, feel very sorry for my poor mother for marrying such a man. I do not regret saying that here. If I was going to post everything about how my mother has suffered being with my father, I’d never stop typing. It’s almost as if she had 3 children instead of 2.

I mean, by God, I don’t  want a man like my father in my life. Never. I will not so much as glance at one.

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03/12/2010

You know those statements that people make wishing for somebody to die? I presume 99.999 of people don’t ever mean anything, literally, but  today I  want my landlord to die. Really. I wish he would have a heart attack in the toilet or fall down the stairs, and his wife to follow suit,  from a heart attack too or shock.

Or maybe a big snow boulder. I want a big snow boulder to fall on their house at night and kill them all.

Or something. I don’t know, armed robbers, car accident in the snowy roads.

I am so angry I don’t feel anything, even the cold :-‘( . Aaaaargh…

27/11/2010

For some reason this song* – and video* – makes me really happy. And I want one of those boys 😛

* Is it me or is it really similar to Train’s?

24/11/2010

What is it they say about mixing business and pleasure?

My mum is almost done sorting  the paperwork  but last week she called to ask me to get some documents from her and my dad’s house and give it to her friend from work – who had the remaining half of these documents – who would then send them to her. I did as instructed. Found the documents, put them in an envelope and labelled them, then since I didn’t know where her friend lived – I also didn’t have any money to go anywhere that day – I called her to ask if she would come to where I live and pick them up. She said she was at work, but that I should send them by post, she would get them the next day anyway. Right, I hanged up and as I was preparing to leave for the post office my mum called. She said since I’m giving the documents to her friend I might as well also give her some money to send the documents with because she didn’t want to give the impression that we were just using her when really I could go and get the rest of the documents myself and send them. Fair enough, but I told her the only money left in my account was the money I was saving for food. She assured me that it’s OK to use it because she would send me some to spend anyway. Great. And off I went.

I sent the documents, deposited the money in mum’s friend account (FedEx rates are disgusting) and sent her a text to say it was all done. She didn’t reply for a week. In fact, since we started communicating and essentially since I was introduced to her on the phone by my mum she sent me only three texts. One to say yes it was OK for her to have the documents, two to ask me which documents were they exactly because her house was in a mess so she needed to know which ones to find them quickly, three to give me her account details. Now I do understand that she was doing us a favour, but my mum says she’s her best friend from work. Meaning, favour or not she would go out of her way to do this for her good friend, no? So why was she acting like I needed to do everything and she needed to be spoon fed every little detail about the favour? She came off to me as the kind of person who says they’re your very good friend but uses it to manipulate you, since after all you can’t do anything because she’s your very good friend. Am I making sense?

A week later my mum sends me email to thank me and say the documents have arrived, and that I should also thank her  friend. But why didn’t the friend send me a text to say she’s sent them? Attached with the email was a copy of the FedEx receipt. I looked at it and saw that the she spent less money than I had calculated. Seeing that at exactly that time I had £0.37 in my account and was not feeling well after catching a cold I decided to give her a text to ask if she could put the remaining amount in my account. I was desperate, there was no food in the house, I was ill and my mum’s transactions to my account would take a day or two at best – that is if she got the time to get off her busy schedule at all. So I sent mum’s friend a text, said thanks and asked very nicely about the rest of the money. She didn’t reply. Three days later I sent another text. No reply. Another two days, text from me, nothing from her. At this point I’m feeling awfully ill. I wait a further three days. Nothing. A week, I’m literally starving and livid, I decided to send her a text every single day until she does something about the money. I do this for four days. No reply, then on the fifth day she sends a very short text saying not to worry, she’ll put the money in my account when she goes ‘there’. This was a very incoherent text, it took me ages to decipher what exactly she typed – mainly because I don’t use text speak and she does. When she goes there? Where? To the bank? Home? Where the fuck?

So I thought, woman, not to worry? It’s been almost two weeks! And you didn’t even bother replying! I mean had she replied and told me of any difficulties she was having then I would have understood, but she went silent on me. Again, as above, acting along the lines of since I’m a very good friend then it’s alright. No it’s not alright. It’s not alright because it’s not your money and you don’t communicate. You are also just assuming that everything is well on the other side. I mean I don’t expect her to know that I didn’t have any money but in these financial times  why take for granted what people are going through? I was really angry especially because I wasn’t eating at all and was ill at the same time. Fever, headaches, period, the lot.  So I was just walking around feeling like every bit of energy being drained out of me.

On the same day that she sent me this text, she sent my mum email. I knew about this because I was the first to read it – I have my mother’s password, she gave it to me for when she is very busy, yeah I don’t know, my mum just likes things done for her sometimes but these are the perks. Anyway in the email this woman went to town with the ranting. She kept on reminding my mum of  all the things she’d ever done for her, how good friends they were and then kept reminding her wether she had ever asked for money from her? I don’t like your daughter’s messages she went on. Why would I steal your money? I don’t want your money. Have I ever taken money from you and never given it back? She continues and then goes on to say how she didn’t like the situation at all, that she was not happy with the way I was going about things.

Now I knew I was dealing with something else. My texts did not mention anywhere the words steal, stealing, keep or even took and want. My texts were basic polite requests along the lines of ‘could you please,’  ‘it would be great if you could,’  ‘is it possible’, ‘just wondering,’…I was essentially begging this woman, so where did she get this thought that I wa accusing her of stealing money? She also reminds my mum about their good friendship and how she’s never taken any money from her. Yes, that’s her, my mum. Now you are dealing with me, her daughter, two different people and I’m not your good friend. So don’t apply the same rules because you’ve never met me and we have never had to deal with money or other issues between us, we don’t have that history. That alone should make you deal with me differently. You are not happy, so am I, in fact my blood is boiling because you are taking things for granted.

With the powers bestowed upon me by my mum to be in receipt of her email password, I sent a generic ‘I’m sorry about my daughter’s behaviour’ email. I know my mum, this is exactly what she would have done. I then went to my phone and sent another generic text saying my mum just called me and I’m sorry if I caused any offence. I backtracked on my initial stance of asking for the money every single day until she gave in because a.) I was very poorly and didn’t want any more stress b.) I figured this is how she wanted to play the game, with her very good friend syndrome, maybe she wanted to be begged and cajoled?

Five days now, still no money or a text from her. I’ve heard it’s going to snow later in the week, I hope it won’t in these parts because if it gets too cold and I don’t have any food? Argh…I want to smash some windows or cut my hair or something. These are the so-called friends people have. I boggle at her behaviour. Why do people do this? So they can have a hold on their friends? I’ve never held on to my friends’ money even though we were good friends. Money is money, I treat it like it is. I’m of the opinion that you never know what people need to do with money, so if you owe a friend some money, give it back as soon as you can and if you can’t tell them early on why you can’t, chances are even though they need it very much, they’ll understand. What’s so difficult about that? But when someone goes about testing a friendship with these cheap money tactics it becomes irritating.

19/11/2010

Number of job applications this week: 12

Rejections by email: 3

Spirit level: -1

Cold and fever caught: 1

Number of headaches: Infinite

Here’s hoping you have a lovely weekend.