Listen, I’m a nice girl. I’m downright sweet most of the time. But if you persist in fucking with me, eventually I’m going to lose patience with you.

Not that I’m all that patient with The Crazy Cunt from Hell, aka JK, in the first place.

As a general rule, I don’t like to pick on people for things that I know that they are sensitive about. I don’t make it a habit to be cruel to people who have any kind of physical difference/impairment/handicap (and can I just say too, that I really dislike the term “handicap?” I really despise that word… and I couldn’t begin to tell you all the reasons why, it would take me too long). However, JK has a cleft palate, amongst other things, and it is terribly hard for me to understand her over the phone. In person, I can understand her speaking because what I miss just by listening I can compensate for by watching her mouth as she forms words. Over the phone is a whole different story, for obvious reasons.

She refuses to believe me when I say I can not understand her, but there’s no lie there. Earlier, I completely lost my temper at her and said some truly hateful and appalling things about the way she sounds. (I’ll ‘fess up; after repeatedly asking her to either contact me via Yahoo or the like, or to put WF on the phone and let him explain what the hell the major malfunction is, and being told that I am lying about my inability to understand more than a word or two of what she says, I told her “Look, honestly, you constantly sound like you got a mouthful of dick, and I can’t make out a damn bit of it.”)

At the moment, she is busy accusing me (repeatedly) of “hacking” her MySpace account, and is demanding that I give her her password. I don’t have her password. Mind you, the only reason that I can even tell you that this is what her current issue is is because she finally sent me text messages to inform me that I had better give her her password or else. Now, I will admit that her user name and password is stored on the PC in the family room – she did that herself – but that definitely doesn’t mean I know her password, because it’s still ***’ed out, even if it is stored. Yes, I’ll admit that I could access her account if I wanted to, but I have zero desire to do any such thing.

So, the fact that she can’t login to her MySpace (or so I gather) has nothing to do with me. Am I willing to accept that it’s entirely possible that someone else in this house had something to do with it? Sure, I can accept that’s possible. I can even accept that it’s likely. That, though, has nothing to do with me! Since I’ve said repeatedly that I don’t know anything about it, you’d think that she could get that through her head and maybe start asking if someone else has any idea what might have happened. She might also try exercising her brain a little and hitting the “I forgot my password” link!

Aside from all of this, there is the constant harassment and name-calling that comes from her end. I admit I haven’t been Mary Fucking Sunshine with her, but I’ve tried to be civil, and tried to see if there was some sort of truce we could come to, etc. I’ve tried really hard, but being nice has gotten me nowhere with her, so I’ve long since given up on that. And even though I’ve admitted to saying truly appalling things, she attempts to hit me with something hurtful every single time she makes contact. She’s called me a slut, a whore, given me shit about how my Dad isn’t “really [my] dad” (and disregards the fact that her boyfriend calls his grandmother mom, and his grandmother’s husband [no relation to him at all] dad), and basically been shitty about absolutely everything she could.

Yet she wants something from me. Nevermind that it’s something I don’t even have, she’s being an abusive twat and she wants something from me.

I’m at a loss here. I’ve been ignoring her text messages for nearly two hours now, and yet she keeps sending them. Last night I had 60ish texts, and looks like tonight will be no different. I could shut off my cell phone, but they’d be there when I turned it back on. It’s no big deal, I guess, I do have an “Erase all” option, which I’ve been making liberal use of, but what the hell kind of pathetic person just continues to send messages when it’s obvious they’re being ignored? Am I seriously considering changing my phone number? Yes. But I shouldn’t have to.

Damn. How is it that I always seem to find the juveniles roaming about in the bodies of adults?

Bottom line is, I just want this shit to come to an end. I don’t like her, I don’t like WF, neither of them impressed me much as human beings the entire time they were here. They are bottom-feeders, in my honest opinion, and I feel awfully sorry for the child that they brought into this world.

Some people’s children, I swear.

Update: It finally stopped! After about 200 text messages total over two fucking days, it finally stopped. A lot of hateful shit was said on both of their parts; everything from trying to make me feel bad about the fact that I’m not blood-related to Dad, to taking cheap shots at the fact that I can’t have kids.

“The opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference.” ~ Elie Wiesel

I tried to go to bed at like 8p last night, and it almost worked. I was out like a light by 8:30p but then the phone rang and suddenly I was wide awake again, and dealing with a psycho.

A while back, I took in JK and WF – WF is my cousin, JK was his, at the time, very preggo girlfriend. She’s still his girlfriend, but she’s not pregnant anymore. Anyway. They mooched off me for as long as they could, but when they were finally told that I wasn’t going to take it anymore, and that they needed to get off their lazy asses and actually work, support themselves, then they decided it was time to skip town and go mooch of someone else for a while. So, they went to WF’s “mom” … who is actually his grandmother, but that’s a whole can of worms I don’t want to open right now. His mom/grandma is in failing health, and really doesn’t need WF or his psychobitch girlfriend’s issues right now, but naturally since neither of the lazy fucks will do anything for themselves, they have to have someone.

I had rather hoped that their departure would be the last I’d ever see or hear from either of them.

They’ve been gone from here for months now, and when they left, they both said that they didn’t want anything to do with me, or any of the rest of WF’s family here, anymore. Not me, not JA, not Mom, not Dad. So why then, is the bitch calling now? Gee, I wish I knew.

The pretense is that WF has changed his mind and wants a relationship with his little sister (JA). But if that were the case, WF has JA’s cell number, and he would be calling it, talking to JA directly. He’s not. Instead, JK is calling. Calling my phone, Dad’s phone, Mom & Dad’s house phone… everyone but JA directly. And JA really has never even liked JK, and JK knows it, so why does she insist on being the one to call? If WF wants a relationship with JA then he should be the one to make the effort, and not let his stupid cunt of a gf do it for him. Letting JK do the calling is only making JA more determined to have nothing to do with her brother.

The truth of the matter is, I think that she is massively bored and unhappy with her life, and just wants to make other people miserable. I think she was miserable the whole time she was here, and that she’ll continue to be miserable, probably for the rest of her life. Such as it is. She knows in her heart that WF doesn’t even really want to be with her, but doesn’t want to face the criticism from his mom/grandma that he’d have coming if he just up and abandoned the girl he knocked up.

I have a lot of respect for young people who suddenly find themselves as parents, and who try to do the right thing for their child. Provide the kid with a loving home, food, clothes, etc. I have zero respect for young people who suddenly find themselves as parents and yet, still refuse to grow the fuck up themselves.

Guess which category WF and JK fall into.

Let’s just say that grown-ups don’t text message someone 60-70 times over the course of a night when they are asked after the first one to stop. Let’s just say that grown-ups don’t call your house phone and hang up when you finally get sick of the texts and shut off your cell phone.

Grown-ups also don’t answer the phone and scream bloody murder in your ear, and I can confess that after about six hours of this shit, I did finally lose it just a little bit myself. After the high-pitched shriek in her ear, though, JK at least stopped calling. So, my moment of juvenile behavior did at least allow me to get some sleep.

That is, until this morning. She’s back at it again today. This time, she is demanding information. She swears “if you just tell me, I’ll leave you alone.” However, the stupid cow has no manners. For the time being, I’m willing to put up with her phone calls every five minutes, just because it feels good to be the bitch in return. Oh, I know I’m being a child. Right now I don’t care. Right now it feels good to be petty. The truth is, though, she promised to leave me the fuck alone when she started calling and texting for no obvious reason like a week ago. So she’s a liar and a fatmouth anyway, and I’m going to have to put up with it anyway until I get fed up and change the damn number(s).

Crazy bitch.