One day Ambot and I were in the
car and Ambot pulls out his cell phone to call his beloved Platinum.
He asks him if his teenage son would like the job of mowing our lawn.
What the fuck! Ambot NEVER discussed this with me first. I’ve been mowing that
lawn for a long time and Ambot has never given me any money when I’ve put the
mower back in the shed and come into the house and now he wants to pay the
fucking Platinum’s teenager to mow our lawn!
First off - Ambot never checked with about this before whipping out his phone.
Probably because he knows I would have said NO!
Second - teenagers do NOT want to mow lawns. They have tons of other stuff they’d
rather be doing. I sure as hell didn’t want to mow the lawn when I was a
teenager.
Third - the Platinum lived nowhere near us. Who was going to drive his teenager
to our house so he could mow our fucking lawn? I bet not daddy dearest. Ambot
or more than likely me would be assigned that “privilege” of a 45 minute one way
trip.
Fourth - Ambot would have likely paid him some extravagant wage for spending an
hour mowing our lawn like $40 or $50. If he paid me that I’d mow the lawn
daily!
Fifth - I may have hated mowing the lawn as a teenager but as an adult I
know the exercise is good for me. I also take pride in keeping my property
looking neat. Some teenager for hire isn’t going to give a shit what our lawn
looks.
Fortunately the Platinum’s son is like every other teenager out there had ZERO
interest in mowing a lawn and said hell no I ain’t doing it. And I’m
paraphrasing. When your Ambot parents are Amway prudes there’s ain’t no
cursing. LOL! Fucking Amway losers! LOL!
To this day I have no idea why Ambot was suddenly overcome with this sudden
urge to phone the sack of shit Platinum and offer to hire his kid to mow the
lawn other than perhaps his skewed way of thinking this would earn him brownie
points. I also have no idea why he felt this wasn’t something he should discuss
with me first. I always mow the lawn so why the hell would Ambot even come up
with this wonderful idea. I wasn’t complaining about mowing the lawn and asking
if someone else could mow it. Its not like Ambot is the one who is mowing our
lawn and doesn’t like doing it and can’t convince me to mow it and is therefore
forced to hire someone.
What I’m really surprised about is that the Platinum didn’t say: “You want MY
son to mow YOUR lawn? Dude, you got that one backwards. I want YOU to mow MY
lawn. I expect YOU to mow MY lawn twice a week to keep it looking good. And I’m
not paying you any money for the privilege of mowing my lawn. I’ll give you one
on one counselling after every ten times you mow my lawn. That is an incredible
deal for you! Oh I forgot, I expect you to buy the gas for my lawnmower too.”
Fucking pompous sack of shit. Maybe that conversation DID take place and Ambot
never told me. For all I know he WAS mowing that motherfuckers lawn!
It sounds like your husband Ambot was psychologically enslaved to his Platinum, and to his entire up-line. This in itself is bad for any marriage. No spouse in a marriage should make a major decision without consulting the other.
ReplyDeleteAnonymous- marriages are hard enough without throwing in a cult that is determined to destroy your lives financially and emotionally. Insane worship of some fucking Amway cult leader and a bunch of fucking Amway losers who signed up to the cult at an earlier date is what we do our best around here to describe that anguish and being powerless to get the brainwashed Ambots to understand Amway is a scam.
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