So, the king of the world thought that NOTHING could go wrong, huh!?
Well, being the faithful Minister of Music that I am, I got up and went to church yesterday on time. I had put 90% of the food up Saturday night (well, in the wee hours of Sunday morning).
I came home from church to throw the other stuff away only to discover...NO CAKE!
The top layer of my cake (peach....with peaches in it) was gone and the box was in the trash. I paid a GRIP for that cake and only ate that little corner after I blew out the candles. My stepmother helped herself to the entire top square-tier while I was at church and laughed about it when I asked where it was.
NOW YOU MIGHT WANNA BUCKLE YOUR SEATBELT...
As she is eating cake, my daddy sees there's a lot of food wrapped up and calls his two nieces (with whom I rarely even associate...once every two years at most, LITERALLY) and invites them over to take whatever they wanted.
My food and beverages (liquor) that I paid for, decorations that I paid for (some hand made by me), CD's that I had burned specifically for my party...ALL GONE! I have one person who only drinks Dr. Pepper. I had promised her that she could have all the Dr. Pepper left and she was coming back to get it yesterday or today. WELL.....all that was left of those was an empty box in the trash as well!
There was a whole meat tray left over that I was bringing to work today (on my actual birthday) for the party they're giving me here at 2 o'clock. IT WAS GONE!
Not only did my daddy and stepmother divide up my meat try between my two fat, greedy cousins...but they had the nerve to put me up a few slices of ham and a few slices of cheese in some foil in the fridge.
When I asked where my stuff was and how someone could take things that I paid for without even asking me....daddy went ballistic!!!
One church member made Rotel in her beautiful Crock Pot, which he slammed down and broke it. I bought her another one at Wal-Mart last night with some of my birthday money!
WHEN I called and told my cousins to bring everything back, and leave it on the porch if I wasn't there, he got even madder (not that I cared). BUT she did as I requested. I threw that food directly in the trash (it was the principal of the matter more than anything). All the food that they had "rationed out" to me while I was gone to church was given to my mom and my sister BY ME. I no longer wanted any of it at that point....including a whole cake that a co-worker made and brought to me.
At 6am this morning, he got up still screaming, yelling, and cussing....still throwing things at me (I am really good at dodging spoons, knives, and chafing dishes) because "I had the nerve to question him about something that was in his house".
As a result, SEVERAL people have called or texted me asking "what are your plans for your birthday?"
The answer? Moving!
