Not My Week
It hasn’t been a good week for me. Too many things fucking up.
To start with… I deposited $100 into the bank machine on Sunday. There’s no record of it. For two days I’ve been calling the bank and they said, ‘oh yes, they saw it there, it should all be reconciled tonight’. But, hey, guess what? It wasn’t reconciled.
I called the bank back again tonight and that guy didn’t know what those two other guys were talking about so he was gonna start an investigation. That would only take two days or a week. Then maybe I’d get my measly $100 put into my account.
Then there’s the other thing. I found out yesterday that my son has been driving the car that I gave him in December. He’s been driving it with no valid plates – just mine that expired Dec. 20th, and no insurance because I only had it insured for that day that he was taking it to his place.
I’ve been calling him since January to try to arrange a time for him to go to the Ministry with me to change it over but he can’t manage to call me back. Ever.
How do I know he’s been driving it? Well that started with the ticket that arrived in my name yesterday. The ticket for $78.40. So I called the City of Toronto today and asked about whether there were any other tickets. And we all know the answer to that one. Yes, there are about 6 other tickets for a total of $300.
I called and called. Always ending up at his voicemail, and what’s the point in leaving another voicemail? He doesn’t call me back anyway.
So I took half a day’s vacation this afternoon to go and see what I had to do to fix things. I went to the police station to report the car stolen since that’s what the Ministry advised me to do. The police advised me on a few things while there, and tomorrow I have to take another day’s vacation in order to do those things as well.
The police even called his cellphone while I was there and if he doesn’t return their call, this boy is in a lot of trouble. And I say ‘boy’ even though the guy is getting close to 30 years old. He doesn’t act like a man, so I have to say boy.
Needless to say, if he takes that car out on the road and gets stopped, he will be arrested. And you know what? I don’t care. I think it will look good on him.
I don’t know how many times I’ve tried to help him in some way, only for him to fuck me with my own help. I think I’d like to see him in jail. It’s too fucking bad he never learned to act like a man. Oh, excuse me, that’s not it… he thinks that being a sex addict makes him a man. I’ve got news for you, my son… anybody can fuck, you’re no more manly because of it.
So I have more work to do. Why this guy thinks that he never has to pay for anything, take responsibility for anything is beyond me. He doesn’t pay his rent, he doesn’t pay his bills, he gets tickets and knows that it’s all his mother’s responsibility because he’s got a car under her name and then never pays that back either.
Everybody in life has to pay for things. This asshole doesn’t get it. He’s not man enough at 27. How pathetic.
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Yeah, the love of mom only goes that far but at one point the ‘kid’ is responsible for his own actions especially when you are 27. Heck, even if he would be a lot younger.
Holy crap! He totally deserves to be thrown in jail! Who the F does that to their own mother? And to think form the previous photos you’ve posted I thought he was cute.
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Maria
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Female, taken, fire, Sagittarius, Monkey, Toronto, two kids, one grandson, IT.
55
is the new 30. I want the world to close their mouths when they’re eating or chewing gum. If they don’t, I want to elbow them in the face.
*shakes head* nope.