I have decided that my mother was the inspiration for Sirius Black’s Mad Mother.
My mother isn’t happy with me, which is nothing new. Over a month ago, I made it clear to her that she was not to be present at the birth of our child. If she did not comply with my wishes, I would do everything in my power to shut her out of my family. It was difficult, but Mother is unpredictable, and sometimes violent. I do not want the Mouseling or my husband to be harmed by a (IMHO) deranged woman.
Now, I’m a traitor and deserve the label.
My brother is fighting with his ex-girlfriend over custody of their 11 year-old son. The ex-girlfiend, Terra, is a friend of mine. Frankly, I think she is a better parent than my sibling.
Brother called me last night. “Could you tell me why Terra is being a fucking bitch?”
I haven’t talked to Terra in a while, and had no idea what was going on. After Brother told me his side, and vented his anger, I told him that I had no insight on the situation.
“She won’t let me see Nephew during the week!”
“Nephew is in middle school now. He may need more structure.”
“And I don’t provide that?”
Oh shit, me and my big mouth. “You work nights and your social activities are not conducive to studying.”
Oh well, I’m in trouble already, may as well say my piece. “You stay up late drinking and smoking weed. The TV is always on at your place. Hell, when I’ve visited, you wouldn’t even turn down the volume so we can have a conversation. Can you shut off the idiot box so your son can do his homework?”
Brother was understandably pissed at me. After a few choice words (up-tight fucking bitch, etc.) he hung up.
Not long after that, Mother called me. I got the usual spiel about how Brother needs support and that I’m awful for taking Terra’s side. I’m also a cold, distant person who doesn’t care about her family and my daughter will suffer because of this. :rolleyes: In my mind, I had the image of my mother as a Portrait screaming “Blood traitor! Product of filth and vermin!” I stifled a giggle. (Either I am cold and distant or the Zoloft I’ve been taking is working.)
Ah, well. The sun raises and sets. The moon waxes and wanes. My family and I are a bunch of loons. Sorry Baby, hopefully you will be kept out of all of this.