another visit down (almost)
Thursday, October 18, 2007
So my Mom and her third current hopefully soon-to-be-ex husband came to visit today, and holy shit was that a day I couldn't wait to be over.
My Mom and I have a pretty strained relationship to begin with. This is due in large part because she's as crazy as a shithouse rat. No beating around the bush tonight, I guess. Don't get me wrong; I love her dearly. And she means well, I think. I know that she had my best interests at heart when I was growing up, even though I disagreed with pretty much everything that came out of her mouth. Still do. But I had a really fucking wild childhood because of her and I can only take her in measured, careful doses.
The good part is that she loves my daughter so unconditionally that it makes up for most of the baggage that she has given me to carry around with. Most of it.
Anyway she brings Bunkie (yup, that's what we call her husband) with him every time she visits and he makes an already tenuous situation so much worse. He is half crazy himself, and his motivations are nowhere near as magnanimous. He talks over everyone else, mumbles to himself, spends at least half of every visit in the bathroom (that one is a blessing), and is just plain fucking weird around my daughter. You know how some people just give off a creepy (I hate to use this next word, but it fits) vibe? Something very odd about the guy.
And today, he starts a screaming match with me about how he got lost following us and how it was my fault. Normally I am a bit conservative with confrontations. I prefer not to have them if they are avoidable. But I also try to live by the adage 'never start fights, but always finish them'. So when he started in on me, and I realized he wouldn't be put off by placating or ignoring him, I went nuts on him. I told him that he can verbally abuse my Mom like that for as long as she is willing to put up with it, but I am not the one married to him, and he better be goddamn careful with the way he talks to me. I then proceeded to use a lot of swearing and yelling back at him, and I eventually convinced him to back all the way off. I think I was actually thinking about punching the guy out I was so mad.
The worst part though? They are coming back over in the morning for breakfast before they head home.
Deep breaths, right?
My Mom and I have a pretty strained relationship to begin with. This is due in large part because she's as crazy as a shithouse rat. No beating around the bush tonight, I guess. Don't get me wrong; I love her dearly. And she means well, I think. I know that she had my best interests at heart when I was growing up, even though I disagreed with pretty much everything that came out of her mouth. Still do. But I had a really fucking wild childhood because of her and I can only take her in measured, careful doses.
The good part is that she loves my daughter so unconditionally that it makes up for most of the baggage that she has given me to carry around with. Most of it.
Anyway she brings Bunkie (yup, that's what we call her husband) with him every time she visits and he makes an already tenuous situation so much worse. He is half crazy himself, and his motivations are nowhere near as magnanimous. He talks over everyone else, mumbles to himself, spends at least half of every visit in the bathroom (that one is a blessing), and is just plain fucking weird around my daughter. You know how some people just give off a creepy (I hate to use this next word, but it fits) vibe? Something very odd about the guy.
And today, he starts a screaming match with me about how he got lost following us and how it was my fault. Normally I am a bit conservative with confrontations. I prefer not to have them if they are avoidable. But I also try to live by the adage 'never start fights, but always finish them'. So when he started in on me, and I realized he wouldn't be put off by placating or ignoring him, I went nuts on him. I told him that he can verbally abuse my Mom like that for as long as she is willing to put up with it, but I am not the one married to him, and he better be goddamn careful with the way he talks to me. I then proceeded to use a lot of swearing and yelling back at him, and I eventually convinced him to back all the way off. I think I was actually thinking about punching the guy out I was so mad.
The worst part though? They are coming back over in the morning for breakfast before they head home.
Deep breaths, right?
posted by raistlinsghost at 10/18/2007 02:19:00 AM
2 Comments:
Well, you know I can relate to the batshit crazy mother thing, so you have my sympathies.
My father used to batshit crazt but he seems to have slowed his roll: three granddaughters, two cancer scares and several years-long expanses of his children ignoring him finally calmed his ass down.
So I can sympathize.
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