I'll admit I'm not the poster girl for common courtesy, but I'm certainly well-educated on the subject. Yes, you've picked the wrong person to bitch at about such a thing, and now that I've held my tongue while you degraded me and long enough to get back home, I'm going to learn you somethin' fierce - it was common courtesy to take it like some sort of criminal, but I'm home now and I'm free to run my mouth like a madwoman.
It is common courtesy to invite someone into your home, and them treat them as exactly what they are: a guest. You don't treat them like a criminal, a villain, a heartless, gutless, spineless, mindless psychobitch... They are your equal, if not your superior. Treat them as such. If they have the decency to sit there and take your criticism, you have the decency to shut the fuck up, not single them out and eat their face off.
It is common courtesy to keep your at-home problems inside your home. Don't take your dirty laundry out in front of others. I'm not old-fashioned, I'm not saying it's taboo or anything. I'm just saying that no one really gives a shit and/or wants to sit through the melodramatics of your private life.
Common courtesy is not throwing words around like 'bitch'.
Common courtesy is letting a child be parented by their parents. Don't play mommy with me - I have a mother, she's doing a much better job than you, thanks.
Common courtesy is not playing double standards. Fuckin' right.
You're a psychotic bitch. I had the common courtesy to come to your house, ride in your car, after you degraded me once already. And to what aim? To be humiliated and insulted all over again? I've done so fucking much for both your doughters: Show a little fucking apreciation. I'm not perfect all the time, no, sometimes I laugh at nothing and sometimes I make a mess and sometimes I love people who I can't have. But you know what? So does your kid. Open your fucking eyes, she's used me and thrown me away. She's backstabbed me. She's insulted me. She's thrown me away. And you know what? You don't see my mother riding her ass about it. And I'm smart enough to see that I have a great mother, who knows when to pull the leash, but who knows how to let me build my life.
Take a page from her book.
Fuck you,
-manda
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