At our family’s Easter gathering, my cousin “Frank’s” girlfriend showed up. She didn’t stay for dinner, but only long enough to distribute invitations to her baby shower. After she left, we all groaned.
“Frank” is a loser of the highest caliber. An un-employed junkie who lives with his mother, his girlfriend, whom, by the way, he recently moved into his mother’s home, is heavily pregnant. The girlfriend seems nice enough, judging by as much as can be discerned from a three-minute visit, but, from what I’ve heard, she’s not much more responsible than “Frank.”
This was the first time I had ever met the girlfriend. I haven’t seen “Frank” in two years, nor do I wish to. (He’s not welcome in any of our homes because jewelery and prescriptions tend to dissapear after his visits.) Yet, when I went to collect my things, an invitation envelope was sticking up out of the front pocket of my purse.
Considering “Frank” and I are not close, nor do I know the girlfriend, I saw immediately that it was merely a plea for a gift. I do feel sorry for the girlfriend, and especially for the baby, who are going to have it pretty rough, but I’m still a bit irritated.
My mother suggested we all just give her money, to which Auntie replied that “Frank” would just take it and buy drugs. We then decided just to go out and buy practical gifts which “Frank” couldn’t sell, such as baby creams and diapers.
I made the girlfriend a small gift bag of these items, and gave it to my sister, who says she’ll attend the shower and deliver all of the gifts for those who do not wish to go. (Which is pretty much everybody.) I did it for the poor baby, who doesn’t deserve what’s going to happen to him, and not for “Frank” or his girlfriend, who are both irresponsible people. However, I still have a mean, angry spot of resentment festering in me at being approached for a gift.