Welcome to the official I Hate DeeDee Duffney Website
How this site came to be...
I actually didn't start out hating DeeDee. She was the wife of my husband's friend, she, pregnant and without friends, coming from out of state... and I, mother of two toddlers and stuck at home most of the time; seemed to the menfolk to be a likely pair of pals.
She and her husband, Hector, moved to our neighborhood with almost nothing. My husband, the generous soul that he is, lent them dishes, pots and pans, a bike ( for getting her husband to work) and several other things that we expected returned when he began getting his paychecks and they could get their own things. In addition to the lent objects... we gave them a couch and a projection screen TV to keep.
I took DeeDee to my church, where she got financial assistance and food through it's charity.
After just a couple days, I realized, even though I understood she was 10 years younger than me at 18 years old, an age which allows for a reasonable amount of idiocy... I really didn't like this broad. And I tried, Lord help me, I tried hard. My husband requested I try... that she was lonely, and young... and "weren't you just as dumb at that age?" I had to admit I was pretty dumb at 18, and had to give it another shot.
What made it difficult was the girl had absolutely no character... her helplessness wasn't as adorable as she seemed to think, just tiring. Maybe that stemmed from her being so ungrateful for everything she got, from us, from the church, wherever... And the lack of respect in my house.. everywhere she went, empty glasses and food wrappers lay littered in her wake. She was dumped in my lap early in the morning, and didn't leave until practically pushed out the door late into the evening. Which meant listening to the fights and drama, once her husband got off from work.
Oh, the drama! Oh Discordia! He, (her husband) was totally cheating on her... whatever, she chose not to see it.. but it didn't stop her from complaining loudly to anyone how badly he treated her... oh whatever about that, I don't even want to revisit that bullshit.
Can you believe she fell asleep in church, after having me bring her to the charity part, she totally blasts the religious part... did I mention when she wasn't snoring she was talking through the sermon? I was mortified that I brought her.
And then she started... not hitting on my husband, nothing as blatant as that... but needing things from him all the time. And since my husband knew her husband was too busy out cheating on her to move furniture for her pregnant ass, he wasn't going to say, "No, do it your damn self." And she requested him often, even though that is the rudest thing I could possibly think of doing with another woman's husband, even if your husband is worthless. Birds of a feather flock together they say.
So when I asked her to clean up her mess for the hundredth time, and she decided I was too unpleasant for her to want to spend most of her time with, I was relieved. I then only had to see her when her husband locked her out of the house. But then he lost his new job, and the charity from the church ran out, they moved away... and took the dishes, pots and pans, my copy of "What to Expect the First Year" (thank god, paperback) and to top it all off... the bike that was given to my husband by his best friend who died recently.
Unfortunately, this is going to be the incident that stops me from helping people from now on. I used to be such a generous and open person, the difference between that person I used to be and now, is like the difference between a hippy and one of those NRA New World Order folks, living out in the woods and stockpiling guns for WWIII. People like that waste of skin, DeeDee Duffney, ruin everyone's good feelings about humanity. If I came upon that bitch in the street, and she was on fire, I wouldn't piss on her to put her out.
Oh, and she didn't have a chin... her face kind of just melted into her neck, which was not pleasant to look at. Yucky.
She and her husband, Hector, moved to our neighborhood with almost nothing. My husband, the generous soul that he is, lent them dishes, pots and pans, a bike ( for getting her husband to work) and several other things that we expected returned when he began getting his paychecks and they could get their own things. In addition to the lent objects... we gave them a couch and a projection screen TV to keep.
I took DeeDee to my church, where she got financial assistance and food through it's charity.
After just a couple days, I realized, even though I understood she was 10 years younger than me at 18 years old, an age which allows for a reasonable amount of idiocy... I really didn't like this broad. And I tried, Lord help me, I tried hard. My husband requested I try... that she was lonely, and young... and "weren't you just as dumb at that age?" I had to admit I was pretty dumb at 18, and had to give it another shot.
What made it difficult was the girl had absolutely no character... her helplessness wasn't as adorable as she seemed to think, just tiring. Maybe that stemmed from her being so ungrateful for everything she got, from us, from the church, wherever... And the lack of respect in my house.. everywhere she went, empty glasses and food wrappers lay littered in her wake. She was dumped in my lap early in the morning, and didn't leave until practically pushed out the door late into the evening. Which meant listening to the fights and drama, once her husband got off from work.
Oh, the drama! Oh Discordia! He, (her husband) was totally cheating on her... whatever, she chose not to see it.. but it didn't stop her from complaining loudly to anyone how badly he treated her... oh whatever about that, I don't even want to revisit that bullshit.
Can you believe she fell asleep in church, after having me bring her to the charity part, she totally blasts the religious part... did I mention when she wasn't snoring she was talking through the sermon? I was mortified that I brought her.
And then she started... not hitting on my husband, nothing as blatant as that... but needing things from him all the time. And since my husband knew her husband was too busy out cheating on her to move furniture for her pregnant ass, he wasn't going to say, "No, do it your damn self." And she requested him often, even though that is the rudest thing I could possibly think of doing with another woman's husband, even if your husband is worthless. Birds of a feather flock together they say.
So when I asked her to clean up her mess for the hundredth time, and she decided I was too unpleasant for her to want to spend most of her time with, I was relieved. I then only had to see her when her husband locked her out of the house. But then he lost his new job, and the charity from the church ran out, they moved away... and took the dishes, pots and pans, my copy of "What to Expect the First Year" (thank god, paperback) and to top it all off... the bike that was given to my husband by his best friend who died recently.
Unfortunately, this is going to be the incident that stops me from helping people from now on. I used to be such a generous and open person, the difference between that person I used to be and now, is like the difference between a hippy and one of those NRA New World Order folks, living out in the woods and stockpiling guns for WWIII. People like that waste of skin, DeeDee Duffney, ruin everyone's good feelings about humanity. If I came upon that bitch in the street, and she was on fire, I wouldn't piss on her to put her out.
Oh, and she didn't have a chin... her face kind of just melted into her neck, which was not pleasant to look at. Yucky.
