My wife has had it, and so have I

The plan for Thursday was to grab dinner for everyone (including WT; since she didn't get paid until the next day) at a Chinese restaurant we frequent on a weekly basis, then go to Thing Two and Thing One's house to pick up WT and Waffles. Waffles had just come home after spending a week with Hippo, Spoiled, and Dee Dee Dee and MaryAnn and Professor's house so he was anxious to get home.

Waffles called me Thursday from MaryAnn's house to say he was on the way home, then a few hours later called me from Thing Two and Thing One's house to say he was back. I called to talk to him briefly, then a little later he calls and leaves me a voicemail asking that I call him.

When I do, he asks me if Hippo can come over and spend the night. Apparently WT had errands she needed to run on Friday and asked Hippo to come over so she could have some company while she did this (this is after she asked Waffles to go with her and he told her no, after being gone for a week he just wanted to hang out at home). I told Waffles no, that I didn't want company; he'd just been gone for a week and I wanted to spend a bit of time with him. I asked him to put WT on the phone and explained this to her and she was rather indignant.

Now I need to diverge a bit... this past Saturday my wife, Waffles and I went to Hershey Park, which was about three hours from our house. When WT first came to stay with us we told her that, rather than leave her alone with the three dogs all day (she's afraid of them, for reasons that totally escape me) we would have Hippo come over and spend the day with her so he could take them out. We told her this on no fewer than two occasions, and both times she said that was a good idea.

So back to the story in progress... I told WT that if Hippo came over he'd be there until Saturday to help with the dogs. WT says "this is the first I heard of that... I was going to go to Thing One and Thing Two's on Saturday and stay until Sunday." I told her I thought we had discussed this with her and she again said no. So I asked her if my wife knew that she would be riding in with us the next day and she told me "I hope she knows, because I told her this."

Okay, whatever... I worked my day and ordered dinner, picking it up after I picked up my wife, then we headed out to Thing Two and Thing One's house to pick up Waffles and WT. On the way there I relayed the conversation I had with WT to my wife, who said the same thing I did; we told her twice we planned on having Hippo to the house and both times she said that was a good idea. WT also never told my wife she planned on riding in with us the next day.

So we pick up Waffles and WT and on the way home, my wife says to WT "so you're not staying at our house with Hippo and the dogs on Saturday?" WT says no, she's going to Thing Two and Thing One's on Friday night. When my wife tells her we talked about this WT denies it. My wife asks how she's getting to Thing Two and Thing One's house. WT says "you're not taking me?" My wife tells her no, she's not, and she had also better find her own way back to the house on Sunday night, as we're not going to get her either. (Thing Two and Thing One's house is about 15 miles from our house).

My wife then asks her about the next day and WT again says she just needs to ride into town with her. My wife tells her to make sure she talks to her boss about switching her hours around; WT works 6am-2pm and we live about 10 miles from the nearest bus stop, so my My wife tells her she needs to change her shift to 8-4 if she wants to ride into town with us for work.

So we head home... we had some groceries in the car as well as the dinner and as I headed into the house I heard my wife say to WT "no, AJ will come out and get the dinner but he needs to help Waffles with the dogs."

So Waffles and I took the dogs out while my wife went in to sit down and WT headed right to the couch and plops down, obviously mad at us. She sat down, took out a tv tray and waited for someone to bring her her dinner. After a few minutes my wife brought it to her (after shooting me a rather disgusted look).

So we all eat dinner while my son and I, as is our weeknight tradition, watch Cops. After she eats, WT takes the phone (without so much as a "do you mind?") and goes out on the porch and starts making phone calls. After a few minutes, she comes inside and tells us that her friend Chuckles from work is going to come pick her up so she can stay at his house overnight (insert cheesy porn music) and he'll drop her off in town the next day to do her errands. WT also tells us that Thing Two and Thing One will be picking her up at our house Friday night, so she'll be going to the hospital my wife works at to come home with us.

Okay, another sidebar... WT has dated Chuckles off and on between WT and KKKousin. At one point, she was having sex with all three of them (not at the same time, although I wouldn't put it past her). This all went on during the time that she got pregnant, so we have yet a third person thrown into the mix that could be her baby's father.

Alright, whatever... so WT sits on the couch, waiting for Chuckles to show up. When I spoke to Chuckles to give him directions to our house he told me it'd be about an hour before he came to get her, and as the hour came close to passing WT says "I can't believe he's not here yet... I'm about to start crying and have no reason to."

Again, whatever... she's playing the "I'm-A-Hormonal-Bitch" card to the extreme. Finally Chuckles shows up and, after borrowing a pair of socks from us (KKKousin burned all of hers, don't forget) she leaves.

After she leaves we have a general bitch-fest about her... where does she get off just inviting someone to our house without asking us first? I found out from Waffles that no one in the house was happy I told Hippo that he couldn't come over; apparently they told Waffles my excuse was "retarded." Also, WT had brought a basket of laundry with her when we picked her up; she put it in front of the washer and told my wife "all my dirty laundry is in the basket in front of the washer, when you're ready to do it."

Yes she did.

She also, in the one day that she was at our house most of the day, drank almost an entire 12 pack of soda. We buy 2-3 12 packs per week and they last us all week. One 12 pack didn't even last a day with her in the house. She also spent all day in front of the computer. From the minute she got up until they left to go to her appointments.

Between the soda, the laundry, the attitude about us not running her all over and the constant use of our phone (we have VoIP so it's not costing us anything, but she didn't even ask if she could use it) and the computer we're pretty much sick of her. My wife says she'll talk to her Friday, and also tell her that she needs to start kicking in for household expenses.

Friday rolls around and I take an extended lunch to grab my paycheck from The Ghetto, then swing by the hospital to say hi to my wife. She tells me she hasn't seen WT yet and if she's not at the hospital by the time she gets off then we're leaving her.

After I get off work I go to pick my wife up and when I walk into the hospital I see that WT is nowhere to be found. I ask my wife where she is and she relays this story to me:

WT showed up at the hospital after getting her check, cashing it, and blowing a large chunk of it on baby clothes and newborn diapers. Anyone who knows anything about babies knows that buying diapers and baby clothes this early in a pregnancy is a waste, since she has no idea how big the baby will be; our son was almost 11 pounds when he was born and never fit into newborn clothes or newborn diapers. My wife tells her this, to which she replies "I was only doing what Thing Two and Thing One told me to do."

My wife also tells her that someone I work with has graciously given me the name of someone at a rescue organization that she can call that will help her get into her own apartment and also be an advocate with her with the Department Of Social Services. WT tells my wife that she doesn't need "that kind" of help.

She then tells us that she'll be staying again with Chuckles on Friday night, since she's going with him to take the kids to see a movie. My wife asks what kids, and she says "Hippo and Dee Dee Dee", basically shunning Waffles (because, no doubt, he wouldn't go running around with her), who she has always thought considered her his favorite aunt.

My wife then tells her she needs to save some money to chip in for food and household expenses. This doesn't sit well with WT, who says "but I need clothes and stuff, since KKKousin burned most of mine. I wasn't planning on doing that.

When she asks WT if her boss would let her change her hours (knowing damn well she never asked) she says "Yeah, um, they said no I couldn't. But that's okay, because Chuckles said I could move in with him." (She works with Chuckles)

My wife tells her that's probably a good idea and tells her Sunday would be a good day for her to move out. WT tells her that she doesn't know if she can be out that fast, and my wife just repeats "Sunday would be a good day for you to move out."

This conversation has been the absolute last straw for my wife; she's an incredibly loyal woman when her family is involved, but she is not going to just sit there and let someone walk all over here, which is exactly what WT has been doing. Between the shunning of our son and the "I'm not chipping in any money" her line has been crossed.

So WT leaves (I assume Chuckles was there, or her sisters came to get her; I honestly don't know how she left) to head to her sister's house. We went home and the next day we went to the amusement park and when I got home I got all of her stuff together and stacked it by the door, so when she showed up it'd be ready for her to go with no excuses.

But we didn't see or hear from her all day Sunday. We kept waiting for her to show up, but as the day got later and later we didn't see her, nor did we hear from her. We went to bed (making sure all of the doors were locked) and got up this morning, still not having heard a word from her.

And that's where it stands right now. We've told her she needs to get out, and apparently she's made arrangements to get out, and I've made sure all of her shit is in one spot so she can get out, and that includes her dirty laundry.

I'm absolutely disgusted with this whole situation... she's been nothing but difficult since she came to our house last Monday. We took her into our home and tried to make things easy for her but all she did was take advantage of our generosity. And then to not only snub our son because he didn't want to run all over town with her but to tell us she planned on living with us for free while we fed her was the absolute last straw. My home is my sanctuary and this was nothing but a huge invasion of that sanctuary with no consideration or appreciation for us.

So as of this moment, 10:58am EST, we have not heard hide nor hair from WT since Friday night when she left. My son is home with the doors locked and has instructions to, if she shows up, to call me at work before he lets her in the house.

If anything else happens I'll update it here as soon as I can, but for right now we are at a DEFCON 2 status and are expecting incoming at any time.