The death star may very well be the end for my brother. She was so pissed because two days after she got her stomach stapled, Dale had to go in the hospital ie. she can't get any attention. I think I've never met a more selfish bitch in my life. I have to rant.
The day my mom flew in to Arkansas last week, Fatty had her stomach stapled 2 days prior. She had let herself go up to 280 lbs, and didn't care b/c having your stomach stapled solves everything!! She isn't supposed to do any heavy lifting which means she won't carry anything, even her own kid. Before Dale got really sick, Fatty's mother came to stay with her. Fatty's mother is Borderline, Fatty herself is aways bitchy/moody, mom gets angry at Fatty and leaves her. Fatty does, however, get to have her 13 year old step sister (smallslave) stay.
My mom flew in, so shanna (my 7 yr old neice), the 13yr old, 8 month old ethan, and the fatty herself go to the hospital to go visit Dale. The girls were getting hungry so my mom told fatty that they were going to go eat. So my mom, shanna and 13yr old go eat, leaving Ethan with his mom and dad. When they come back they meet Deathstar in the lobby, actually carrying Ethan herself, and she's screaming in the hospital lobby. "Where the hell have you been? You left me with a screaming child and you know I can't carry him, blah blah blah. We are going home right now and I don't want to hear a word out of you all night!" All this yelling at my mother who did nothing but help her, and a 7 and 13 yr old who did no wrong.
So they get home from the hospital & Fatty goes in her room and shuts the door, so my mom takes cleans and takes care of everyone else as usual. Later Dale calls my mom from the hospital and apologizes for fatty. He tells her Fatty is crying in her room and she is so sorry. Please check up on her, for his sake. So my mom actually does it, and sure enough fatty is crying supposedly feels bad. So my mom gives her some meds that knocks the fat bitch out.
My mom stays with them and cleans, cooks, takes care of Ethan and buys them groceries. I have been in thier house before and it is hellishly dirty. But since dale is "happy" with his life and with fatty, everything is ok. Ethan even had a cold and bad diperrash when my mom got there that she fixed. When a fatty won't even change a baby's diper because she is so fucking lazy/self-absorbed, something is wrong.
So today when Dale and Fatty went to her check up about her stapled stomach, Dale got very ill again and had to go to the ER. Nothing could piss her off more than this. Just when she was getting some attention her huband has a possibly life-threatening situation, poor her.
Sometimes I felt bad about calling her 'hogetta' or 'hogatha' or 'fatty'. But the truth is that she is a fucking mean bitch. Just because she let herself go, weights nearly 300 lbs, and is a bitch ain't anyones fault but hers. I wouldn't care if she were 400 and purple polka dotted, as long as she was a nice person that actually cared about people other than herself. But she's not and we can't do anything about it.
Slowly I've learned I can't do nothing about anything. I can't do anything about my father. I can't do anything to help my mother. And my brother is beyond my help.