First of all, my mom works for the same company as I do so I see her almost daily. She drives me nuts! I can’t carry on a conversation with her without her saying something that pisses me off.
Todays conversation was about my kids birthday parties. I told her my daughter’s party was going to be on the 19th and my son’s was going to be on the 2nd. She then tells me that the 19th is the day before the first day of school and she doesn’t know if my sister-in-law has something planned for her kids that day… kind of a last day of freedom before school so let’s do something special for the kids day or some shit. I just kind of ignored it and proceeded to tell her where it would be and what was going on. So she tells me again that my SIL may not be there. Well big fuckin’ deal. If she can’t take an hour out of her busy fucking schedule to come to my daughter’s birthday party, fuck her! I’m not planning my kids party around her fucking schedule. If she’s doing something with her kids that evening and can’t come it’s not going to be the end of the fucking world.
So fuck off mom. I’m so incredibly tired of you always talking about your other grandkids when I tell you something about my kids. I can’t say anything about them without hearing what Jared did or what Jared said. I can’t say anything about preschool without you reminding me that my neice is starting preschool this year and, "Oh, she’s going to have so much fun and her sister’s in the same school, blah blah blah blah blah blah. Argh! I’m so fed up with you I just want to scream. I can’t wait until you retire and I don’t have to put up with your shit every day. Holidays and birthdays are enough for me!
I know how you feel. My grandparents constantly talk about my older brother whenever I visit them. I presume they do the same thing to my younger cousin. My younger cousin applied to Texas A&M this year, and was accepted into a provisional program. Every time I visit, I hear “Chad went there, he didn’t get in the first time, blah, blah, blah…”
It always makes me want to stand up and scream,“Hey, how about talking about me getting accepted to the college of my choice the first goddamned time I applied, huh?”
I can totally relate - my brother’s kids are - well, demi-gods, I guess, as far as my mom is concerned. We’re constantly shuffled to the back burner so Ashleigh Snotlynne doesn’t have to be separated from her Barbie stuff, or Jaysonne Bratson doesn’t have to go 2 minutes without his TV.
My mom used to, as far as I can remember, be a rational human being. Now she can’t say a simple “Hi” without it turning into a “what adorable thing my precious grandkids could have done in the last 30 seconds.” Uh, Mom, I live in the same city with them, and see them more than you do, I generally know what they’re up to, fer gawdssake.
The family still hasn’t recovered from my standing my ground a few years ago. “Your DOGS are more important than your niece and nephew’s zillionth Fourth of July at Grandma and Grandpa’s?!?? How dare you.” Of course! (Smacks hand on forehead) Now I see the light! Much better that we should have left the dogs to starve and piss and shit all over the house! The issue was Bro and SIL leaving their arrangements til the last minute (which means everyone is required to be on tenterhooks til they make a decision - the rule seems to be that if their kids can’t attend, don’t bother having the event), and we couldn’t find a dog-sitter or somewhere to board them that close to a 3-day weekend.
What’s funny is that my paternal grandmother was the same way with us and my cousins, and my mom used to reall rag on her about so openly favoring them. Now she does the same thing, and lemme tell ya, I LOVE pointing it out to her.
Well, speaking from the other side of things, I was the first one of us kids to have a child. My brother followed shortly about two and a half years later. In between that time my sister got pregnant and had an abortion. Since my son was born before the “incident” he was fully accepted by everyone in the family. Since my niece was born after the “incident” she is somehow being shunned by the family out of some insane reason I have yet to understand.
I feel so bad for my brother and my niece. My son is treated like a freakin’ God at my parent’s and sister’s homes but she only gets the obligatory welcome hugs and kisses, nothing more. It’s annoying as hell. My brother just brushes it off. I’ve talked to him about it and while he says he doesn’t blame me I’ve noticed that his calls are less and less frequent.
I’ve resorted to not letting my son visit my family as often, especially when I know my brother is going to be there.