I was getting ready when my husband reported this to me. After sabotaging pee's birthday last weekend and leaving without saying goodbye to anyone (she actually snuck out and drove off in her fully paid for truck, which people had to figure out later), princess hasn't been here. Which allowed for a relatively peaceful week.
It's been a hard week in some respects, as my ex took my two sons to DisneyWorld on my dime (spousal maintenance). I've never been apart from them for a week and while I'm happy they get to have this experience, I'm sad I'm missing it and bitter their father doesn't feel the need to provide for them. So I do, and I'm here working while he jaunts off to fun places with them.
Anyway.
Not having a constant shitstorm from her has helped me re-energize myself. Once again, I was into the S.O.S. pads today, cleaning, doing laundry and getting ready to go grocery shopping.
My husband is sick with a cold and into his fourth hour of driving pee around today. He reported to me this tragic death before having to leave with pee to drop him off at a friend's house.
pee apparently discovered Buddy under princess's bed a little while ago. Buddy is a rabbit over ten years old that princess magnanamously 'rescued' from a friend's younger brother. Interesting that Buddy came with a massive and decked out cage, food and water bowls and was friendly and socialized to the point that he was like a cat. But she was convinced he was being neglected so she somehow got her hands on this poor kid's pet rabbit.
My two sons (6 & 9) and I are terrified to go into the basement at all because if we do there is sure to be an accusation from princess or pee about some harm we have caused her tarantula, rabbit or cats. So we avoid a full third of the house, regardless of the fact that's where the washer and dryer are, and where all their boxed up toys are (thanks, princess, thanks, pee for that! My kids really felt welcomed in their own home after that little stunt).
But I had the hootspa to reacquaint myself with the washing machine today, yeah! It was nice while it lasted.
pee reported that the last time he checked Buddy was Wednesday, and that Buddy was fine.
Guess who's being blamed for epic death of Buddy, a rabbit over ten years old that pee found dead under her bed, stretched out the ways animals do when they die? Yep, my kids. Now, nevermind the fact that my kids aren't even in the state, that they are across the country having the time of their lives. pee pronounced that Buddy was in "an unnatural position." What? What the hell is a natural position for an old and now, thanks to princess, neglected rabbit? Does anyone know? Cause damn, I'd like to know!
This rabbit has been neglected since they moved in because NO ONE is allowed any contact with any of princess's animals. pee is a sixteen year old boy who doesn't want to take care of her animals. They get food and water most of the time and no human interaction. It's sickening to me that she accused her friend's younger brother and his family of neglecting the rabbit (he clearly was a well cared for rabbit - Jesus, I'm writing about a rabbit) and is oblivious to the fact that she created a situation for Buddy where in fact he was neglected. I think he died of old age, lonliness and boredom.
But that's not the story already being crerated. My kids somehow did this, and the shitstorm has already started. pee doesn't want to take a chance on inciting princess's wrath by having her blame him so he's happy to throw my kids under the bus. Never mind the fact they don't even remember what color Buddy was, or that they are in DisneyWorld. Do my children have powerful and unbeknownst psychokinetic abilities? Did they reach across the ether with their minds and good little hearts and somehow kill this poor rabbit?
My husband asked pee if he was blaming anyone. pee said, "Well, I'm just saying." REALLY??? My kids have already been tried and convicted of something they don't even know has occurred, and they get to come home to more disdain and suspicion from the princessandthepee.
It took me this long to recover from the last round of stuff, which I haven't even been able to write about. I wanted to hit the grocery store, was feeling good about my nice big list.
Buh-bye, motivation!
Hello, anxiety! Shitstorm is on the way.