Sorry my weekend is all booked shirt

I was hanging out with my mom a couple years back, and we stopped by a friend of hers house, a lady I’m not fond of because she’d done some dirty tricks to my mom in the Sorry my weekend is all booked shirt and by the same token and past, and I just didn’t think she was a good friend for my mom. Something my mom would later see as well. In any event, my mom never really kept friends, so I didn’t interfere with the friendship, just let my mom know I didn’t like her. She was loud, rude, obnoxious, two-faced, and a liar. But we stop by her house to sit for a minute before heading home. We stayed longer than planned, so I was already agitated when we got up to leave. At this point, Carmen*, I’ll call her, decides she wants to ride over to my mom’s, and sit there for a while before having my mom bring her back home. No asking, she just told my mom she was going. We then had to wait another 30 mins for her to get her shoes and purse. By that time, I was just ill. I didn’t want her to go anyway and thought it inconsiderate to invite herself when my mom was obviously tired. She assured me she would. I kept my mouth shut and the wedding went on as planned. I worked on an agency team for a major bank handling PPI claims. The supervisor was a young man in his early 30’s. A lot of the team were European nationals mainly from Eastern Europe. The supervisor and the few English lads would use Urban Dictionary slang knowing that the Eastern European’s wouldn’t have a clue what they were saying. Now I had mentioned that I moderated internet chat rooms in an MMORPG war game, but these young lads, 20 or more years younger than me, never appreciated exactly what an online chat room moderator in an MMORPG did. Because you are dealing with a person with mental health issues and it is not wise to provoke them. By treating them with respect you are being firmed but not mean. You will find it easier to recover after discard as you now you did not sink to their level and will be able to give a basic decent answer when a hoover attempt is made.

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On the Sorry my weekend is all booked shirt and by the same token and way to my mom’s, she stopped by fast food and got a sausage biscuit for everyone, excluding Carmen, who claimed she didn’t want one. I, my daughter, and my mom ate ours, and there were two left, exactly enough for my sons when they got home from school a few hours later. She stayed for a little while, talking loudly and getting me more aggravated, and just as my boys were getting ready to come home, she said she was ready to go. My daughter said she would stay home to get the boys off the bus, and I rode out with my mom so I could stop by the store. When I get out to the car and we’re about to pull off, Carmen then states that she wants the biscuit she didn’t eat earlier. I get pissed because I’m wondering what biscuit she’s speaking of because she didn’t have a biscuit; she said she didn’t want one. The only 2 biscuits that were left belonged to my sons! At this point, Carmen*, I’ll call her, decides she wants to ride over to my mom’s, and sit there for a while before having my mom bring her back home. No asking, she just told my mom she was going. We then had to wait another 30 mins for her to get her shoes and purse. By that time, I was just ill. I didn’t want her to go anyway and thought it inconsiderate to invite herself when my mom was obviously tired. She assured me she would. I kept my mouth shut and the wedding went on as planned. I worked on an agency team for a major bank handling PPI claims. The supervisor was a young man in his early 30’s. My mom could tell that I was on the verge of telling her about herself, so she quickly told me to run in the house, get a biscuit from the bag in the fridge, and warm it in the microwave. I wasn’t going to defy my mom, but I was NOT at all comfortable letting this lady eat my son’s biscuit and leave one for 2 kids. So I did something really mean. I am not one to mess with someone’s food. Food is special to me, and that’s one of the worst things you can do to someone: mess with their food. But this wasn’t Carmen’s biscuit, was it?? No, this biscuit belonged to my son, and here was this uninvited, backstabbing walrus trying to take food from my child’s mouth. I determined if one wouldn’t have a biscuit, she wouldn’t either.