Ok, it's been a while so I figured I'm due a good old rant!
The 'relatively easy to deal with' one first.
Yesterday while we were stood outside of my back door a lad came running out of next doors house and gobbed over the fence right where we were stood. With the baby. I was not amused. I hammered on the door and tore him a new one basically, the girl who's friend he was (she's called Jade) made him appologise and sent him home. He parents were at the hospital at the time and I said we wouldn't mention it further.
Turns out on their way back from the hospital they got stopped at the bottom of the street (I live in a cu-de-sac) and told that I had had a right go at Jade, not true, she hadn't done anything. Now the person who told them this is Jade's cousin, there are loads of this one family in the street. I only found about about it this morning and when we went out this afternoon I politely asked her to not shit stir about me again, I even said please.
Then I went to my sisters. Then I came back from my sisters.
As I turned into the street Donna walked straight in front of my car to stop me (I actually had to do an emergency stop with the baby in the car) because she wanted to talk to me - not the best way to go about it!
Then to cut a long story short, I asked her why she had told an outright lie, she said it was because she had heard shouting...
Me: and?
Her: well there was shouting
Me: yes, but not at Jade
Her: Well I couldn't see what was going on
Me, then why say I was shouting at Jade if you couldn't even see what was going on?
Her: Well there was shouting
Me: Yes, but not at Jade
Etc... etc...
It was like having a conversation with an addict - seriously! This isn't the first time she's done this though, she's well known for being a shit stirrer in the street and would have been gotton out long ago if it wasn't for the fact that her mum worked for the council and kept having a word with the woman in charge of her case who kept on wiping the files - thankfully she has been sacked over it. I'm not one for pettyness, but I'm not about to put up with her intimidations either (her and her family hang around in her front garden all day staring at everybody who walks past) so I think I'm going to report her to the council tomorrow, she did physically try and prevent me from drining down my own street to my home after all.
Rant two: Teenagers!
I have a 16 year old son as many of you know, I shaln't go into details as it's not appropriate, but I came from a very abusive relationship with his father. His father has had nothing to do with him until he hit 13, since then he has been a nightmare, encouraging him to get drunk (he himself is an alcoholic), doing drugs around him, encouraging him to bunk off school as he has his genes in him and he will never amount to anything just like his dad so there's no point trying, encouraging him to have under age sex then blaming me for it etc... I could go on, but I won't. Anyway, Darryl has seen his true colours a handful of times, a few weeks ago his father told him to drop dead and last weekend came the crunch (for me anyway, and will explain my posts to CG). Darryl came home at 5am covered in blood. It seems he had been converting a DVD for his dad on his laptop (that I bought him...) and his dad had decided that he wanted to speak to a friend of his on MSN (Darryl actually said that he wasn't even online) he told him that the conversion was halfway done and that he would have to start it over again if he stopped it. His dad wasn't having any of it and smacked him one. First time to the best of my knowledge. Darryl smacked him back, big style, none of the blood was his from what I can make out. There were texts and phone calls following (that Darryl ignored).
His dad called him tonight, he answered, his dad asked him to go over, Darryl said 'Yeah, ok I'm bored, come and pick me up then (this was after 11pm when his dad would have been well over the limit). The first I knew about it was when I heard the front door close, it was Lisa that told me about the phone call and where he had gone. I knew he would go back eventually, but I suppose I never expected it to be this soon and I'm angry with Darryl as well as his Father.
Rant over - for now.
