The couch has not been washed at all since my mom used to sleep on it. My brothers and I felt horrible that she had to sleep on a couch for seven years so my little brother staged a sort of intervention (TWICE), we said f*ck our sister for the shit she allowed to be done to us, and we got a new fridge with my grandma’s help and we bought a bed and put it upstairs and cleaned out an entire area.
Now it’s so bad up there that her mattress is falling off the bed because of all the shit the stuffed between it and the railing, I had to move my snake so he wouldn’t be the next neglected-to-death victim because she was blocking the path to his cage (and mistreating him so badly that he HAD FLEAS AND FLEAS DO NOT EAT SNAKE, HER CAT HAD FLEAS AND IT WAS THAT BAD, and she was leaving dead mice in his cage and they smelled horrific), and she covered both vents and access to all windows so it was well above a hundred degrees up there.
How do you live like that? What the actual f*ck? Why make your kids live like that and tell them it was there fault and then buy so many things that you can’t sleep in the bed we bought you? I even put the bedframe together for her. Feels like it doesn’t matter. Just puts hwrsef back in a stupid position and plays victim, it’s all she’s f*cking knows how to do. Victim victim victim. You know where I’d be if I played victim? Definitely not alive, because that pedophile didn’t let me go because I was playing victim. He would have f*cking killed me.