I'm not a nice person. I never said that I was, and if I did, that would make me a liar. And I might be a lot of things, but I'm sure as hell not a liar.
I call 'em as I see 'em. That's the way that I am. You don't like it, then you can kiss my ass. I don't give a good GD what you think about that, either. And I sure as shit don't want to listen to all your caterwauling and bellyaching about it either.
I told my wife to look for the girl she adopted out in the 80s. It was a long ass time before she and I even got together, either. She's a good woman. Probably better than what I deserve. So she did. Wrote a letter to the people in charge, said she was interested in meeting her.
I call it as I see it. When she said she wanted to find her birth father, I called her a piece of garbage. Because that's what he is, a piece of trash. Sometimes, because we live in the same damn town, I see his sorry ass at the grocery store. I want to punch him in the face when I see him, want to rip that mustache off his upper lip.
I don't much cotton to people who associate with trash. I told the girl as much. I don't wanna have to deal with that son of a bitch and his pigshit redheaded asshole daughter. And she went ahead and contacted him anyway even after we told her who he really is.
I like me some women who stay in their place. My wife doesn't talk back or sass me. She's damn near ten years older than me and she recognizes that I'm the ruler of the roost and the head of the household. Her girl doesn't do that.
We had the same problem with my wife's niece and her kids. She doesn't know when to stay in her place, or when to shut the eff up. It's my way or the highway here. And the sooner you realize that, the better.
My wife's other daughter found her on the internet. Guess she got her original birth certificate or some shit like that and found her. I looked at her page online. She seems like she's the kind willing to grin and bear it and stay in her place.
That's the way it's supposed to be.