Working at my new job has been great. With what I can make in a month I should be able to live on my own — a studio apartment, something. My coworkers are nice, though some have a scary resting focused face. It's a much healthier environment. I'll take it.
Now for the venting portion.
I mentioned before that Spawnpoint believed I was somehow in competition with her. Let me explain exactly what that logic looks like when applied to me.
Her husband is in his seventies. Bald. Married — as if that alone wasn't enough of a turn off or common sense for her to realize that I could never actually be attracted to him. He's falling apart. He has health issues and needs to eat saltless foods. Who wants to go on a dinner date with wings that taste of dirt. No seasoning. Just wings that taste as if they were boiled with chicken tears. Not to mention the part of me that not so willingly still remembers finding out that he had to take viagra just to please her at some point. Spawnpoint was ridiculing him. Who knows what else is wrong with him. I also don't enjoy the imagination of smelling an old man's morning breath. Oh good morning honey — just for me to feel like the crypt keeper said good morning without taking the embalming fluid and maggots out of its teeth. I know I'm serious when I say I don't care to find out and yet for some reason in her mind, her man is a wanted one.
The man is also a cheater. I found that out quite unwillingly on a school night in high school. I was yawning the whole next day because they wanted to argue in the dead of night. I seriously still don't know why she was surprised. With how she acts, if I had a woman like that I'd want to cheat too. I'd break up real quick though. For some reason older couples like staying in messy, toxic relationships and call it love for show. A personal choice I will never understand especially when the man is very questionable.
Oh and the man is clearly into bigger women. I'm the smallest person in my entire biological family somewhere way under two hundred pounds and have no desire to get bigger. I already look like Spawnpoint — I'm not looking to turn into a bathtub like her too. Then I'd really look like a mini version of her. I literally shudder at the thought. That would make me look so unattractive in my own opinion. I'd never want to have anything to do with this body again so much quicker. I'm not into looking like a bigger person and clearly her husband is into bigger people who don't work out and have folds everywhere. There is a reason he calls her muffin and I think that's why. He's also into her huge watermelons — no seriously, watermelons that probably smell like the best perfume to him whenever she sweats with that old person smell. If I'm going to get bigger it'll be with functional muscle since I'm against looking unattractive to my standards and mental health, not just looking big for nothing. Thank goodness we're so different. Like seriously, why would he want the 21 year old when he married the 50 something year old that clearly looks way older, is closer to his age range and is more his type. I look younger than my age, so her insecurity over my existence actually makes this seem way worse especially when 21 is still considered a baby by most. What was she implying with that insecurity? Even the man's daughter is older than myself ad has a son. That's beyond disgusting.
The man was also friends with a woman beater and drank with him on multiple occasions. That woman beater happens to be the same uncle who choked me out — a felon with severe alcohol issues who supports rape, beats women, and doesn't even accept his own nonverbal autistic son and wants something better like he wouldn't just mistreat that child too. He knew that my uncle was into beating my aunt but decided to hang out with him because he was cool with him and wasn't being malicious to him. For some reason, him and Spawnpoint seem to like hanging around laughing with just anyone just because nothing bad is happening to them. In what world would any of that be my type. Oh yeah — their self-made delusional ones. Was I supposed to really be that much of a male centered, chaos driven crackhead. You can't make this up.
She literally told me "Maybe you need a man." Was hers supposed to be the catch of the sea? He's not even qualified as a concept. Like seriously, he's not even the bait or the fishing pole. The man has no value outside of money in my eyes. Since that money isn't mine, what real value is he in general? He's pretty useless except for the residence and soon I won't even need that from these weirdos. I get it — her husband makes six figures a year as a trucker. So now every woman in proximity wants to steal him? I think she's foolish for taking someone like that seriously beyond the money. Even more foolish for being a stay at home wife for such a man to play house with while trying to compete with my peace. All she found was an enabler for her particular brand of weirdness to fund her lifestyle. I don't even want to be a part of it and yet she had the insanity to think I'd try to snatch what I wouldn't even call scraps? There isn't enough money in the world to turn me into that or want what she has. I care more about my own money and life to be all proud of what I didn't make, earn nor care about. There's a huge difference between helping and actually doing the job. She hasn't had one in years and I'm supposed to steal the life that her husband has in his hands. She's worried about the wrong person and needs a job instead of acting like she escaped Arkham Asylum if she's so worried about her lifestyle — or at the very minimum, her husband who would be the first person to pull the rug of financial stability out from under her feet.
Spawnpoint likes to act as though everyone should bow down to her because of her husband. She's not the six figure earner. She's the person adjacent to one. Her attitude is so volatile that she likely couldn't keep a job anyway with how she acts towards any relative — too combative, too easily set off. Yet I'm the one who is the problem in her eyes. According to her, I'm psychotic. She was physically aggressive with me more than once this year. She would yank and grab my arm to get closer to her. Whenever I had to tell her to stop, she wouldn't listen because I don't pay bills so she could just do whatever she wants with me in her eyes. I had to tell her husband about it and only then did she magically stop. She also liked to throw water droplets at me with a malicious look because there would be no evidence if it dried and was barely visible. The woman can barely contain her entitlement in public as soon as a minor inconvenience happens. Her motto literally is if she's not happy then everyone isn't — even if she had nothing to do with that person that very day. I can't respect her at all. I don't. I just pretend. Same goes for her husband. I treat them as one entity. And despite that she likes to lie and say that I target her because she's a woman, meanwhile I haven't done nearly as much as what was done to me. I didn't initiate contact with her — in fact when I had to remove her from me without excessive force, she responded less aggressively than when I simply used my words first as always. Words don't work on her because she wants a reaction, a real show of my discomfort just to get her fix of nonsensical drama for the day. She literally calls my genuine smiles of happiness creepy. I don't smile around her simply because she was never a good reason to smile around. She doesn't like logic. I wish I was lying — then she wouldn't be just a Spawnpoint. I'd have someone worth giving a real name in my life that I never got instead of just being stuck with her. She won't be missed.
She's by herself for most of the week, sitting on her phone for entertainment, gossiping, spreading lies and being overly nosy or just yelling angrily at her husband or a caller. She stays in her home way more than I do and yet felt uncomfortable with me being near her husband this entire time when I barely speak to anyone — nevermind her husband, who I can't even say I've actually spoken to more than twenty times in my nine month stay and counting. I've had more unavoidable contact with her than with him. Like — stay away from me. Throw that whole woman away. I'm only in this residence long enough to work and save. Not to be dragged into imaginary love triangles and conversations that I never signed up for.
She genuinely grosses me out. So does he.
Both of them seem to believe the entire family is trying to break up their marriage. If that were the case, why are they still married? No one is showing up to their home demanding it be over. Literally no one. These two want everyone obsessed with them and the obsession simply does not exist. It's what money does to certain people like this — gets into their heads and stays there. Apparently because they are so happy together with their success, everyone must want them to separate. With that logic it's safe to assume they're just trying to feel more important than they really are with a baseless ragebait tactic for the attention they've starved for like air. If over five people are obsessed with breaking up a marriage then what on earth did they not do? Apparently the narrative is that they didn't do anything. Yeah because that makes sense. Just something to think about even if that statement were true. Not to mention that Spawnpoint still talks to those relatives or about them to this day. I wonder who's really obsessed on a daily basis? Why speak to people you know you can't trust? She called her mother a narcissist and is still on the phone with her to this day. Priorities are nonexistent with her. Personally I truly believe them to be delusional beyond reason. Spawnpoint tried to convince her husband that I must need a man because like her, I must be miserable without one and willing to marry just anything and anyone. And without one, of course she thought I would try to take hers. First of all, I'm interested in money. Second, the idea that her husband was ever a table option is one of the most insulting things she could've assumed as a fact. I'm still processing that.
I was always more miserable around other people than alone — the majority of them being blood relatives whom I've cut off from my life due to the fact that I don't care to keep chatting up drama plots. I only speak to who I'm staying with currently. After this though, no one should remember that I exist. If I could, I'd wipe their memory of me for the cleanest break imaginable. I'd clear the house of all of my photos, no traces. That's just how done I am with these people in general. A man would not be my first thought for ending any kind of misery related to them or from them. They are more often than not just another problem to manage in my life. I like my solitude. No amount of money or delusion is going to change that.
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