So I had this friend, I say had because trust me after you have read what I have to say you will know why she’s no longer a friend.
It started out online; we met on some social network place, I think some sort of forum, long before I become addicted to Facebook so I never had the pleasure of a friends request.
She lives near by, she had kids, I had kids so we chatted and became friends. I felt sorry for her as she had not long moved to the area and had yet to make any friends. She was a single mom so I tried to make her feel welcome.
She came to visit me, never had her kids with her and well I’m no snob, but she was, how can I put it, unusual.
She invited me and the kids to go to hers for the day, we did.
YUK
Her house stunk and I have no idea what the hell was even covering the floor as it basically moved. I am guessing her dogs had fleas as they were basically biting themselves alive.
There were inches of matted hair covering every available surface. I did not want my kids to sit down.
I threw that look of warning to my kids that said, shut it.
You know what kids are like.
“Why does it stink mum?” one of them had whispered.
She explained her kids were not home. They lived with her mom.
As the story unfolded I tried not to recall in horror.
To cut a long story short Social Services had deemed her neglectful and the state of her house was not suitable for 2 small children. I could understand how they came to that conclusion.
OK so I am not judgemental and I know shit happens but what amazed me was this all had taken place 18 months earlier and she was still being assessed as she refused to clean up her shit.
I could understand if she was suffering from a mental illness and things had just got on top of her, but no this woman really was just lazy and dirty.
I offered to help. She refused.
She stunk and so did her house. I really had no idea how to handle this situation.
I did arrange to go back, alone this time. The kids refused to come with me a second time.
At this time I was working full time and had my own shop, she suggested she could do a few hours for me. I asked her about previous job experience e and you can imagine my face when she said she sucked sausages for a living.
OK so sausage testing and tasting I can accept but sticking cooked sausages inside your minge and then eating them on webcam?
Really?
Yes really, this is how she earned some extra cash on some rather unusual website that allowed kinky and weird fetishes to come true.
A potential payer would decide what he wanted to see and if you accepted his offer he/she would watch you perform the act on webcam and then pay you via Paypal.
Now her job didn’t shock me, I have heard of worse and each to their own but it was the lack of interest in her children that infuriated me.
How could a mother just carry on as normal when she had lost her children? This was her fault and she could easily have put things right. There was not an ounce of regret or remorse.
It wouldn’t have taken much to clean up her pit; a few skips would have done it.
I only saw her once again, this time at my house. I was rather annoyed when one of my kids had refused to do something, it would have been something like refusing to tidy away toys, or go for a bath.
Whatever it was it wasn’t major and she made a huge deal about how children should do as they were told and then went onto offer me parenting advice and how I should be using a reward sticker chart. How I should ignore all bad behavior and praise the good.
Hold on a minute I thought, you’re giving me parenting advice?
Coming from a woman who lost her kids and doesn’t give a crap about them, having a go at me about my parenting skills.
“Maybe stick to sticking sausages up your minge love” I thought
I don’t think we fell out, I just kept my distance. I have seen her name on Facebook pop up and I know her kids still don’t live with her; this is over 7 years ago now, but I won’t be picking up from where we left off.
I don’t like hypocritical parents do you?
I still can’t eat sausages without thinking about her.
