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Apples do not fall far from the tree. J and K were over at a friends house this afternoon and who happened to show up but Kim's daughter. She asked the neighbor girl to come over knowing full well that J and K were playing over there. The neighbor's mom said "You can go only if K is there". K told her that she is not allowed to go to Kim's house. So what happens? Kim's kid runs home to see if she can play with the neighbor girl and then comes back saying she can play. K looked at this kid and said "You know that we are not allowed around you!!!" Sweet child that she is...she looked at K and said "Yep I know!" and then proceeded to come in and play. Makes you wonder why I stopped her from playing with my kids in the first place doesn't it? J had been over there for about 45 minutes playing (AFTER WAITING A HALF AN HOUR FOR THE LITTLE GIRL TO COME HOME!!!) and because of this brat my girls had to come home. She knew that J was playing over there and only did this out of spite and sheer hatefulness. K was in tears because she knows that J doesn't have a lot of kids to play with in the park. It bothers her that when J is having fun...Kim's kids always ruin it.
Like I said...the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. And now we all know why I want the hell out of this park!!! My kids shouldn't have to worry about being booted out of a play date because of some trash mouthed kid who cares nothing for anyone but herself. Oh wait...like mother like daughter. I totally forgot. My bad...
Yes I'm pissed. No matter what I do to avoid that woman and her poor treatment of me and my kids...she always weasels her way in. Why can't she get a life and grow up??? She ended the pathetic joke of a friendship...get the hell out of my life then!!! Psycho...

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