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hate, hate Hate Hate HAte HAte Hate, Hate, Hate, hate hate hate hate hatehatehatehahahtehatehate.....

at the moment this is how I feel.

You see my mom let the woman in our house Christina, She is 60 yrs old, she likes to be mean, she likes to think that she is royalty, she thinks that Just because she's paying $200 a month to sleep on our couch she can act how she feels. (She offered the $200, we aren't that horrible... we also have a crappy house...)

well I've been putting up with this (Pardon moi) bitches crap for two months now, she's been rude, calling my cats, "cats"

NOTE: I think that cats, dogs, alpaca, pigs, birds, fish, cows whatever you have as a pet is family. I have three dogs and four cats, all of which I've raised and I see them as family. I feel that if you disrespect my animals, you've disrespected my brother, or daughter, or mother or aunt, it's not Okay...

Well today my cat Newt smelled the chicken that was on the table and thought, "MMMMMmm, food, Imma have some!" so he started to get on the table because we hadn't put the food away just in case my sister came home... She didn't.
Well Christina decides to shoo away my cat (Thank you for doing that) Then (As I do) Starts to talk to newt and baby bear (a fat adorable black and white cat that if you pull his ears back he looks like a weasel) but as I was listening, at this point I was doing exactly as I'm doing now, typing on my brother's (sister's boyfriend's) computer in my sisters room. I hear her saying things like "if I catch you up there again you'll feel my wrath"/ "I can have a darkside, you don't want to see it."/ "i'll smack you cat, that I will, good and hard." at this last statement (I had listened as I often do.) I jumped up and walked into the kitchen and told her off. There were words, then louder words (from me) Then cuss words (Me again)... then silence... at that point I called my mom and told her what had happened. I cried, she was scared because I told mom that I felt like hitting Christina. Then I got off the phone with her and that Biotch decided to confront me more... more words, more loudness, more cussing. then more silence, then more words... me telling her off... she had called me disrespectful.

NOTE!!!!!!: there are two ways to insult me to the point that I will want to poke your eyes with hot needles...
1) calling me conceeded or selfish and the likes. this has only happened once, on my birthday. I cried, I was turning 10 that year. I almost killed the woman, she said that my friends were her daughter's friends more than mine... my mother had a long talk with this woman... she then never looked at me again.
2) calling me disrespectful. I respect a person, their feelings, their views, their religion until they don't deserve my respect. if there was a one-eyed, black jewish scotsman, that has a bomb feddish that moved in with me (SOUNDS LIKE A SITCOM!!!!) I'd be fine with it... as long as he didn't do something against what I felt was okay. I have harsh rules about being polite and kind and the likes. these are my passion. (as are a few other things but... not going there...(not a furry))

Well anyways... in the end of it I called her a biotch and slammed my sisters door like the 15 yr old I am...

Please comment on how you think I over reacted... or if you would be doing as I am and planing her ultimate death...