Lauren_USMC_love
07-04-2009, 11:04 PM
So by the time ya'll have read this I will have typed it and re-read it a few times to take out some of the profanity.
Here's the background: My brother Matt's girl was prego with his possible child. I say "possible" because she cheated on him 10 TIMES! She's a complete B-word anyways, and has been diagnosed as bi-polar. She's F*n crazy! Well my beautiful nephew was born on Father's Day. My brother, without getting a test done telling him the kid was his put his name on the birth certificate. (I know he wanted a family real bad, but he should have got an "IDIOT" tattoo put on his forehead soon after). Ever since the baby was born, Kendra HAS to be where the baby was, which I understand, but she wouldnt let anyone hold him. The one time I got to hold him, she got pissed and later yelled at my brother for it.
Fast-forward to today: It was sprinkling. I know the baby is only a couple weeks old, but she wouldn't bring the baby over at all. All she had to do was throw a blanket over the carrier and it would be all good, but NO she had to bitch and argue with my brother. When she finally did come over, she didn't have any bottles ready at all and didn't bring any formula for the baby to eat. She held the baby the whole time. Finally after about 15 minutes she said she would't to go. Well as soon as they got loaded up soon after they started talking to my dad (baby in the carrier on the table the whole time). After about 15 more minutes I asked if they werent leaving could I hold the baby: "NO!" she said, P'Od at me for even asking. Well after a couple minutes my dad asked and she said ok for him to hold the baby. I had walked in the kitchen I was so mad. My brother came in and talked to me. I knew she was a controlling B*word but he needed to push a little more to take control of his girl. After a bit we talked it over and I came in and held my nephew. Well Kendra wasn't having that and went sitting on the couch P*Od and pouting. I finally got to hold him for about 20 minutes! Well Dimitri started getting fussy, and I could tell it was because he was hungry. That's when we found out she brought no bottles or anything. My brother was holding him to keep him calm. Kendra and him argued for a little bit and she finally said she'd go get some formula. She ripped (literally) the baby out of my brothers hands and started getting him reloaded and was storming out to the car. my brother the whole time was trying to calm her down. ....The story goes on, including Kendra trying to run over my brother, then me. I now I have a bruise on my side from the passenger door (that was still open) ramming me into the side and if it wasn't for my brother I would have fallen hard on my dad's gravel drive. Her grandma ended up calling the cops. We got the baby out of the car and refused to give it back until she had calmed down. Twice her and I were face to face. The 1st time our family friend Jeremie (who's about 300lbs) had to hold me back and the 2nd time my dad had to hold me back. She kept trying to rip the baby out of my dads arms and the 2nd time made the baby almost fall on the ground, which would have been a little over a 5 FOOT DROP! It took the police to come to calm her down. And of course she ended up getting the baby back. My brother cried for hours. I ended up walking him back to his apartment (which was about a 20 minute walk). Once he settled down I came back to my dad's.
*sigh* Sorry this is so long. All i want now is to be back in Levi's arms. He'd make things better and he'd know how to calm me down. I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm so tired of all this drama.:shrug:
Here's the background: My brother Matt's girl was prego with his possible child. I say "possible" because she cheated on him 10 TIMES! She's a complete B-word anyways, and has been diagnosed as bi-polar. She's F*n crazy! Well my beautiful nephew was born on Father's Day. My brother, without getting a test done telling him the kid was his put his name on the birth certificate. (I know he wanted a family real bad, but he should have got an "IDIOT" tattoo put on his forehead soon after). Ever since the baby was born, Kendra HAS to be where the baby was, which I understand, but she wouldnt let anyone hold him. The one time I got to hold him, she got pissed and later yelled at my brother for it.
Fast-forward to today: It was sprinkling. I know the baby is only a couple weeks old, but she wouldn't bring the baby over at all. All she had to do was throw a blanket over the carrier and it would be all good, but NO she had to bitch and argue with my brother. When she finally did come over, she didn't have any bottles ready at all and didn't bring any formula for the baby to eat. She held the baby the whole time. Finally after about 15 minutes she said she would't to go. Well as soon as they got loaded up soon after they started talking to my dad (baby in the carrier on the table the whole time). After about 15 more minutes I asked if they werent leaving could I hold the baby: "NO!" she said, P'Od at me for even asking. Well after a couple minutes my dad asked and she said ok for him to hold the baby. I had walked in the kitchen I was so mad. My brother came in and talked to me. I knew she was a controlling B*word but he needed to push a little more to take control of his girl. After a bit we talked it over and I came in and held my nephew. Well Kendra wasn't having that and went sitting on the couch P*Od and pouting. I finally got to hold him for about 20 minutes! Well Dimitri started getting fussy, and I could tell it was because he was hungry. That's when we found out she brought no bottles or anything. My brother was holding him to keep him calm. Kendra and him argued for a little bit and she finally said she'd go get some formula. She ripped (literally) the baby out of my brothers hands and started getting him reloaded and was storming out to the car. my brother the whole time was trying to calm her down. ....The story goes on, including Kendra trying to run over my brother, then me. I now I have a bruise on my side from the passenger door (that was still open) ramming me into the side and if it wasn't for my brother I would have fallen hard on my dad's gravel drive. Her grandma ended up calling the cops. We got the baby out of the car and refused to give it back until she had calmed down. Twice her and I were face to face. The 1st time our family friend Jeremie (who's about 300lbs) had to hold me back and the 2nd time my dad had to hold me back. She kept trying to rip the baby out of my dads arms and the 2nd time made the baby almost fall on the ground, which would have been a little over a 5 FOOT DROP! It took the police to come to calm her down. And of course she ended up getting the baby back. My brother cried for hours. I ended up walking him back to his apartment (which was about a 20 minute walk). Once he settled down I came back to my dad's.
*sigh* Sorry this is so long. All i want now is to be back in Levi's arms. He'd make things better and he'd know how to calm me down. I just don't know what to do anymore. I'm so tired of all this drama.:shrug: