So last Saturday my godmom told us we have 2 months until she’s asking us to leave. It’s looking bleak right now, not gonna lie…you are kicking us out because of your idiot son’s temper tantrums? I know it’s at least part of the reason why, but honestly it’s her house and I am grateful she let us stay after I lost my job. You won’t see us out on the street…that’s funny, because in two months that’s exactly where we’ll be because there is no way I’ll be able to rent a place in time with me being out of work for so long…so keep your shitty condolences to yourself. I don’t hate you, but I’m disappointed in you for sure.
AND HERE’S WHERE IT GETS BETTER.
My godmom has this co-worker friend right? Well, this woman’s daughter who already has one child she doesn’t take care of, slept with my godbrother and got pregnant. She just had a baby boy, Kylin Sunday morning. No one was sure if it was actually his baby since this girl lies through her teeth—but as soon as he was born everyone with eyes can see that this baby is probably his.
What are you people going to do? A baby is a big responsibilty, and he doesn’t work or do much of anything really…but have sex, drink, and smoke weed. The irony of this situation is not lost on me, but I’m gonna keep my mouth shut.