I don't own anything. Not even the sheets on my bed, as it would appear every other creature seems to believe that what is mine is theirs. I have a jealous daughter and five jealous cats and even jealous ex boyfriends and ex hubbies. Why is there so much jealousy?
I bought these damn sheets, but here on this king size bed sits five of the fattest little buggers of fur known to mankind. They fight and squabble on a continuous basis over who gets to sit closest to momma and when "shooed" out of the room for the night, will sit and bang on the door while screaming and hollering bloody murder like they're holding me hostage to their incessant noise for the lack of attention they think they're getting. As much as we try to define all the differences between man and animals it becomes more and more apparent everyday in my world how much the two are alike. My daughter gets jealous of any new man momma is with even if she doesn't actually get to meet them, for she still thinks after twelve plus yrs, that she owns my breasts! I nursed her for a whole year and another year on and off as I weened and she was a good babe and we both loved the bonding, but I cannot shit in my own home without her and everyone else, whether four-legged or two, in the bathroom with me supervising and robbing me of privacy. She is just as clingy and I no longer have a say as to what transpires regarding ownership of my own body or my own possessions. I paid for them and worked for what I have and yet my bed belongs to everyone else and my heart has been torn to bits and my body obviously belongs to my kid.
I love them all really and maybe it is partly my fault. Maybe I am too good at providing a loving and stable environment and so the only excitement is the trivial shit to which they bicker all over one another. The cats get pushy when Lobo gets more attention and the Lobo gets antsy when the cats get more kisses. I need to just disappear for like a week without notice and let all six of them fend for themselves and see if they can build a nirvana society where there is peace in my stead. One can hope right?? As for the exes...would you believe that one or more of them believe they deserve their third or fourth chances based upon their assessment of who I am with or who shows me affection via social networks? "I don't like him..." and "who the fuck is this dude?" are heard(stalker alert! stalker alert! one even has subscribed to all my postings via telephone and I get texts regarding my comings and goings)on a continual basis as if I have nothing better to do than to be grilled by the "EX"BI on my whereabouts on the evening of February 31st between the hours of eight pm and ten thirty pm. It's ridiculous and I want my life back! I want my bed and my Wavy Lays and the remotes to my fucking tv and dvd player/dvr and my down pillows that mysteriously disappear often.(need a new set it would seem now the ones I have are flat and old).
It''s high time people own their own shit, mow their own yards and mind their own businesses, even the meow/wuff/bubble/cawing people to which I hang out with. So I say unto you in the hopes of offending all equally and impartially-"GET THE FUCK OFF MY BED, LEAVE MY GODDAMN CLOTHES ALONE, NO YOU CANNOT SNUGGLE ME AT THE COST OF ANOTHER, WHERE THE HELL IS MY REMOTE, SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M ON MY PHONE, AND FINALLY...BE QUIET DAVID LETTERMAN IS ON AND THEN CRAIGY-FERG IS NEXT!"~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves!
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