This will have been building for months.
The in laws growing awareness of her being a lazy lump, taking advantage of their house, palming off the kids and housework, bringing in a litter of pups and transatlantic pals, spending loads on completely disposable stuff while Kyle works 60 hour weeks.
Her semi moving to her mums in acknowledgement of the imposition, but them still getting a ringside seat for the shlshow cos she broadcasts all her hair, nails, PT, filler, lashes, brows, tan, coffees, pancakes, toasties, napping, shopping, socialising, moaning, over indulging and under parenting online.
Imagine their growing bewilderment at her inability to do the basic maths that the rest of the country has done over the cost of living crisis, as she buys vile matching clothes for everyone to be forced into, in a bizarre effort to punch into the super grey chrome crushed velvet quartz worktop Instagram league, with the bonkers plan that it will lead to free pram, baby equipment, and a house full of new stuff.
Realising she still makes no effort with her kids or her ‘content,’ unless you count panic attacks and needing desperately helped out as she delivers utter garbage a fortnight too late.
And once they were trapped in a resort with her, where she managed yet again to hide herself away from parenting, I suspect they finally got drunk and fed up and told her what they thought.
There is every possibility that the chain has collapsed or their mortgage provider did final checks and realised their loan to value was absurd, or they forgot about stamp duty, or their rate was hiked, or that their affordability checks needed to be reviewed, and realised they had not budgeted for current energy costs, and that their bank statement betrayed profligate spending on crap. And she’s in it now, she’s got to fill this house, she she’s got to keep grifting so she can manifest the lifestyle she’s not smart enough to work for.
The in laws growing awareness of her being a lazy lump, taking advantage of their house, palming off the kids and housework, bringing in a litter of pups and transatlantic pals, spending loads on completely disposable stuff while Kyle works 60 hour weeks.
Her semi moving to her mums in acknowledgement of the imposition, but them still getting a ringside seat for the shlshow cos she broadcasts all her hair, nails, PT, filler, lashes, brows, tan, coffees, pancakes, toasties, napping, shopping, socialising, moaning, over indulging and under parenting online.
Imagine their growing bewilderment at her inability to do the basic maths that the rest of the country has done over the cost of living crisis, as she buys vile matching clothes for everyone to be forced into, in a bizarre effort to punch into the super grey chrome crushed velvet quartz worktop Instagram league, with the bonkers plan that it will lead to free pram, baby equipment, and a house full of new stuff.
Realising she still makes no effort with her kids or her ‘content,’ unless you count panic attacks and needing desperately helped out as she delivers utter garbage a fortnight too late.
And once they were trapped in a resort with her, where she managed yet again to hide herself away from parenting, I suspect they finally got drunk and fed up and told her what they thought.
There is every possibility that the chain has collapsed or their mortgage provider did final checks and realised their loan to value was absurd, or they forgot about stamp duty, or their rate was hiked, or that their affordability checks needed to be reviewed, and realised they had not budgeted for current energy costs, and that their bank statement betrayed profligate spending on crap. And she’s in it now, she’s got to fill this house, she she’s got to keep grifting so she can manifest the lifestyle she’s not smart enough to work for.
