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Alright party people, this Crazy Bitch MIL needs a name since she apparently isn’t going anywhere. I am writing on behalf of It Is The Most Wonderful Time For Beer Christmas Ugly Sweater Party bestie who is reddit (and computer) illiterate. Bitch bot will let you in on the juicy details, but yes. I am ‘That Red Wine Bitch’. Anyway, so I guess you are all wondering why I called you here. When we last left off Crazy Bitch MIL was booked for assault on Easter Sunday, after showing up from a few states away and 2 years of NC. She did not post bail and sat in jail until her court date a few days ago. In which a sympathetic judge ignored testimony from the son AND the police officer. Her charges were reduced and she was let go after having to pay a pretty hefty trespassing fee and being told she had to keep her nose clean for a year. So she then saw the error of her ways and pranced home. Yea. Fucking. Right. Let me set the scene, Mother’s Day, 2018. Sunny, warm, with a hint of coastal breeze to make the weather perfect. Friend’s mother lives across the country so they decided to join our friends group at an outdoor event with sunshine, beats, picnic food and booz. We all had a wonderful time on my side of the pond.

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He scrambled over the It Is The Most Wonderful Time For Beer Christmas Ugly Sweater Party me and crawled almost into my lap, inches from my face, raving in incoherent jibbers and screeches. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I stood up and tried to go back to loading the sled, but Hank was jumping and skirting around to stay in front of me no matter where I turned. My ears started pounding, I couldn’t juke him. I screamed “FUCK” as I slammed a piece of firewood into the snow, feeling tears well up in my eyes, I could see my outburst brought a maniacal, victorious grin to his face. I left the sled and jogged back inside. Sasha had watched it from the living room, and hugged me as soon as I got back in, giving me an almost motherly ‘you did your best’ empathetic look. I was furious, embarrassed, exhausted, but couldn’t even bring myself to express emotion. I just stood there, blank faced, feeling beaten and paralyzed. “I’m gonna try” she said. “We need the firewood and we aren’t going out at night to get it, I don’t care if they try to scare me.” She insisted, got her gloves and coat on, put on her “Shayla,” gave me a smile and a thumbs up, and went out, Dash trotting ahead of her. I put my hands on the sill of the living room window and watched. Hank, Pete, and Buck were all in the yard, watching her walk down the path we’d shoveled from the front porch to the gate. I thought for a second they were about to jump at her and scream, but they looked… at each other, like, they were communicating… Then, they just turned their icy, violent gaze back on me, staying where they were. What the hell? Sash went through the front gate, and that’s when I saw Creeps. He was behind the truck, over Sasha’s left shoulder as she turned up to the wood shed, staring at her with a brutal, viscous hatred. He glanced over at me briefly, gave me a murderous grin, then started in behind her in a fast walk. Felt like my stomach ripped itself into a figure eight. I jumped for the front door, tore it open, inhaled to scream a warning at her, but it caught in my throat when Bridger appeared.

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I could absolutely see my family saying this stuff.  I feel your pain…. One of my grandmas found out I’m into tarot and……. That was fun…. Tried to lecture me about how she didn’t want that to “be my religion” and how the It Is The Most Wonderful Time For Beer Christmas Ugly Sweater Party used to believe in it and she hopes I find god. I just laughed and told her that was a misconception that was made up, to spread fear in ignorant Christians, who don’t do their research. Many cultures had cards/card games, but not every card/card game is evil, even if Christians suck at poker and try telling you otherwise. Lol. I’ve had other family members (usually the older ones) tell me they pray that I find god, because of the music I listen to, the way I look, my interest in things like horror movies and probably weird things like skulls and weird pets… But I’m not out here judging everyone, saying I think they need a little satan in their life or some shit like that (I’m not satanic, but that seems to be the impression these people get). It disappoints me that they can’t just live and let live. I’m not out here doing some crazy shit, I just have some odd interests.