~Rant~ Day #275

Well all, the good news is? I'm still pregnant and anxiously awaiting the arrival of my son that should happen within the next 5 days. But, probably won't.
I have been experiencing the usual fluctuating mood swings and hormonal imbalances that every mom-to-be experiences but in some small way I feel I'm experiencing all of these on a much higher scale than that of most new moms-to-be. (and I'm pretty positive that I'm not the only one who has ever felt like this)

My poor fiance D, for example has been on the receiving end of EVERYTHING, every spontaneous bout of bawling my eyes out after seeing a Values.com commercial, to every swear word that spews from my mouth as I'm throwing things across the room for absolutely no reason. For awhile it was like my irritability and agitation had no name, rhyme or reason. That is, until it came to my attention that there are just some people in this world that will never fail to agitate me whether I'm pregnant or not.

Take the husband of my fiance's mom, for example, we'll call him Douchebag, or Loserface, or "Arrogant Ignorant Little Prick that I will constantly loathe the existence of". Whatever you feel free to relate him as.

This flippin' guy is someone we ALL know. He's the guy who will not only cut you off on the freeway exit ramp, but cut you off in the Starbucks parking lot and then proceed to stand in front of you taking his sweet ass time arguing with the barista over how many pumps of sweetener go into a carmel macchiato for 15 minutes only to end up ordering a regular grande coffee and insulting the poor barista for attempting to help this rat bastard.
He is the man we all know that obviously suffers from some "I wasn't loved enough in the past" complex and never had any control over his life. Not because he wasn't given it, but because he lacks the cajones and spine to really think about what matters most. No, he is the man who will nit-pick nearly everything we do, make crappy career moves, continue to complain about his life and how unsatisified he is in spite of the 20-some odd year mid-life crisis he puts himself through and hold himself up to a higher standard than what most people will hold him too.

Here's the really special part though. Double-standards are his thing. He gets off on arguments he's already lost and makes very failed attempts to make anyone else look guilty for his own shortcomings. In short? He's an idiot.

Now my problem with him? I want to be the bigger person and say there is none.
 However, when I am ENGAGED and the MOTHER of your wife's son and grandson, you better freakin' understand that you CANNOT and SHOULD NOT make false assumptions about my vida, mi familia, and how I do things. Especially when you haven't even taken the time to get to know me. This Douchebag, has no idea where I come from, what I've been through, and what I've done to get myself where I am today and he has the audacity to bring MY name up and insult me during an argument with his wife that he had clearly already lost and then, when confronted he fails to not only apologize but even face the confrontation!
Frankly, I am personally embarassed and ashamed for him and would love nothing more than to never see his face again. But, until my son is born I will grit my teeth and bear it, and then limit my seeing him to holidays and emergency situations only.