Yesteray, my cousin moved out. Yes, in one day. My dad had enough of her doing nothing and called her out on it. And she packed up her shit and left. Over a dirty dish. I'm really not exagerating. She came back for the rest of her stuff a few hours later, which she made sure to tell us to pack.
I'm mad at her. This is all her fault. She was treating us like...servants. And that is not okay. She did this "for Kaden" when it was a temper tantrum. That is not okay. You don't get to run away from your problems like that. Not with a kid. And her parting shot to my dad ensured that we don't get to see her. Or Kaden. And that makes me even more mad. He popped through a new tooth this morning and I missed it. (I learned via facebook. I don't know which tooth though.)
So the dream's over. Her living here always felt like a dream. I don't know if that's because it felt temporary or what. But I miss Kaden. Which is stupid because I really didn't miss him the week they were away, but I do.
But I get my room back, and no more dirty diapers in my bed. No more putting off getting up because Kadens on the outside and K's asleep. No more picking up baby toys and being treated as if it's my job to take care of a baby. No more acting like a teenage parent.
Let me tell you one thing, I will always wrap it. Always. And when my landlord gives me rules, you can bet your ass I will follow them. And I haven't thrown a tantrum since before I can remember.
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