D-Day's White Trash Deprogramming Thread

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Re: D-Day's White Trash Deprogramming Thread

Postby ldodger » Fri May 02, 2014 5:10 pm

D-Day wrote:Yes, yes.....Mrs. D-Day calls me today and instead of, "Hello", I get, "Do you know what the MT did!!".
"Uh-oh. No, tell me........"
He walked up to his mother and said, "Pull my finger, and when she did he farted and it was nasty. Then he laughed like there was no tomorrow. Now where in the hell do you think he got that from?!"
"No clue. Probably one of the dogs. They fart all the time"

Like I said before. The boy is progressing nicely........slowly, I'm making a normal boy out of him


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Re: D-Day's White Trash Deprogramming Thread

Postby D-Day » Sun Jun 22, 2014 2:58 pm

Well, that didn't well. After tripping over shit (toys, general messiness) in the house for a few weeks due to the Concubine leaving things all over the place and not cleaning up after the MT and the B-Durl, the MT tried to bring his tricycle inside the house and I said, "No, take it around the house". After which the Concubine took the opportunity get loud with me because she told him it was OK to bring it in (which it isn't, whether she said so or not....and I don't give a rat's ass that he was taking it out the front door. We have a gate for that. Use it.) and call me a prick for getting mad. Tilt. Game over. Do no pass Go. Do not collect $200. Take your kids and GTFO. Both Mrs. D-Day and I have been on at our last rope for a few months now and this was just the final straw. The Concubine has had a boyfriend for the last few months and ever since she started dating him her attitude has gone to total shit. Well, now she's his problem

So we don't know what the end result of all this is. The last we heard from the Concubine was that she was going to have the cops at our house to which we said fine; we've already had them over to keep an eye out on the house at night because you're out, we'd like to show them the conditions you had the kids living in, and tell them exactly why they were here. Oh, they could probably tell us how best to proceed with Child Protective Services, too. Needless to say, no cops showed up. I feel bad for the kids as Mrs. D-Day and I were obviously attached to the B-Durl and the MT, but this had to end and end quickly the way it was going. MAF put it best when she said that white trash ain't gonna tan.

Godspeed to those kids, because my guess is that neither one of them is going to have an easy road ahead of them with the piece of shit mother they have. As it is right now, I'm sure we won't be seeing them for awhile, if ever again. The MT is old enough to understand what he's being told, so I'm sure he's being fed a steady diet of how we're the devil and the devil's wife. Next step is to extricate ourselves from all her shit, get back to normal existence. We told her she has until the end of the month to get it or it's all going on the curb (and there is a lot of stuff she has here). Feels good to have my house back and have it quiet again, but there is also a little bit of melancholy and worry with relation to the kids.
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Re: D-Day's White Trash Deprogramming Thread

Postby middle aged female » Sun Jun 22, 2014 4:47 pm

D-Day wrote:Well, that didn't well. After tripping over shit (toys, general messiness) in the house for a few weeks due to the Concubine leaving things all over the place and not cleaning up after the MT and the B-Durl, the MT tried to bring his tricycle inside the house and I said, "No, take it around the house". After which the Concubine took the opportunity get loud with me because she told him it was OK to bring it in (which it isn't, whether she said so or not....and I don't give a rat's ass that he was taking it out the front door. We have a gate for that. Use it.) and call me a prick for getting mad. Tilt. Game over. Do no pass Go. Do not collect $200. Take your kids and GTFO. Both Mrs. D-Day and I have been on at our last rope for a few months now and this was just the final straw. The Concubine has had a boyfriend for the last few months and ever since she started dating him her attitude has gone to total shit. Well, now she's his problem

So we don't know what the end result of all this is. The last we heard from the Concubine was that she was going to have the cops at our house to which we said fine; we've already had them over to keep an eye out on the house at night because you're out, we'd like to show them the conditions you had the kids living in, and tell them exactly why they were here. Oh, they could probably tell us how best to proceed with Child Protective Services, too. Needless to say, no cops showed up. I feel bad for the kids as Mrs. D-Day and I were obviously attached to the B-Durl and the MT, but this had to end and end quickly the way it was going. MAF put it best when she said that white trash ain't gonna tan.

Godspeed to those kids, because my guess is that neither one of them is going to have an easy road ahead of them with the piece of shit mother they have. As it is right now, I'm sure we won't be seeing them for awhile, if ever again. The MT is old enough to understand what he's being told, so I'm sure he's being fed a steady diet of how we're the devil and the devil's wife. Next step is to extricate ourselves from all her shit, get back to normal existence. We told her she has until the end of the month to get it or it's all going on the curb (and there is a lot of stuff she has here). Feels good to have my house back and have it quiet again, but there is also a little bit of melancholy and worry with relation to the kids.

You'll be sad without the kids for a while; they played a big part in your lives. But, it was going to happen sooner than later unless The Concubine got back with D-Day II, so clean break may be the best way.
I'm awfully sorry for those kids, though. You represented stability in their little lives.
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Re: D-Day's White Trash Deprogramming Thread

Postby D-Day » Sun Jun 22, 2014 5:17 pm

middle aged female wrote:
D-Day wrote:Well, that didn't well. After tripping over shit (toys, general messiness) in the house for a few weeks due to the Concubine leaving things all over the place and not cleaning up after the MT and the B-Durl, the MT tried to bring his tricycle inside the house and I said, "No, take it around the house". After which the Concubine took the opportunity get loud with me because she told him it was OK to bring it in (which it isn't, whether she said so or not....and I don't give a rat's ass that he was taking it out the front door. We have a gate for that. Use it.) and call me a prick for getting mad. Tilt. Game over. Do no pass Go. Do not collect $200. Take your kids and GTFO. Both Mrs. D-Day and I have been on at our last rope for a few months now and this was just the final straw. The Concubine has had a boyfriend for the last few months and ever since she started dating him her attitude has gone to total shit. Well, now she's his problem

So we don't know what the end result of all this is. The last we heard from the Concubine was that she was going to have the cops at our house to which we said fine; we've already had them over to keep an eye out on the house at night because you're out, we'd like to show them the conditions you had the kids living in, and tell them exactly why they were here. Oh, they could probably tell us how best to proceed with Child Protective Services, too. Needless to say, no cops showed up. I feel bad for the kids as Mrs. D-Day and I were obviously attached to the B-Durl and the MT, but this had to end and end quickly the way it was going. MAF put it best when she said that white trash ain't gonna tan.

Godspeed to those kids, because my guess is that neither one of them is going to have an easy road ahead of them with the piece of shit mother they have. As it is right now, I'm sure we won't be seeing them for awhile, if ever again. The MT is old enough to understand what he's being told, so I'm sure he's being fed a steady diet of how we're the devil and the devil's wife. Next step is to extricate ourselves from all her shit, get back to normal existence. We told her she has until the end of the month to get it or it's all going on the curb (and there is a lot of stuff she has here). Feels good to have my house back and have it quiet again, but there is also a little bit of melancholy and worry with relation to the kids.

You'll be sad without the kids for a while; they played a big part in your lives. But, it was going to happen sooner than later unless The Concubine got back with D-Day II, so clean break may be the best way.
I'm awfully sorry for those kids, though. You represented stability in their little lives.


Well, we already have an update. Mrs. D-Day told the Concubine last night that we would still watch the kids, but she had to go. Today, the Concubine texted Mrs. D-Day because she didn't have any clothes for the kids and wanted to know if we could gather up some for them, which we did. We gathered up all that we could find (that we didn't buy). In the course of the exchange somehow Mrs. D-Day managed to get the B-Durl for the night. The Concubine said we would be able to see the kids, too

So one of two things has happened...the Concubine is coming to her senses and she's realizing everything that goes with our address (the MT's preschool in one of the best school districts in the area, being the most important). I.e. she needs us waaaay more than we need her. Or Mother Concubine (which is where she went yesterday), seeing a serious crimp in her own style and having to deal with her slovenly daughter with no car and two kids in a two bedroom house, is barking at the Concubine to do something with them post haste....and even after yesterday's fireworks, we're pretty much her only option, anymore.

Either way, we would like to angle for having the kids and not her. Frankly, the Concubine really doesn't have much choice.......she's burned through all her bridges
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