So, I got an email from my sister-in-law. She and my brother have been married several years and when he (my brother) retired from the USAF (a couple years ago), they moved to Spain. It was always my brother’s dream to do that. Yay for him! Oh, yeh, so I got an email saying that my brother was in town, here’s how to get in touch with him he wants to see you while he’s there.
Since I haven’t seen my brother in a few years, I emailed him and let him know I would love to get together. He replied with a very strange email, saying that his daughter (my niece) said that I should have our mother’s phone number and that he wanted to get that from me if at all possible.
At this point, I should mention that I don’t have a relationship with my mother at all. No, that sounds like I might even care if she were alive – I don’t. To borrow a lovely Southern turn of the phrase, I wouldn’t piss up that woman’s ass if her guts were on fire. I mean that in the worst way possible. Now, that is not to say I hate her, it just means that I could care less if she lived or died. Just to give a bit of background to let you know why I feel this way – follows are some of the lesser evils she bestowed upon me:
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[li]I am blind in my right eye because she punched me and punctured my eye with her engagement ring when I was in 6th grade[/li][li]I was sexually molested from the time I was 3 until I was 6 by one of her buddies who she would get to “babysit” me so she could sleep around on her husband, my Dad.[/li][li]As a teenager, I was told constantly how fat I was (I wore a size 4/6) and that I was worthless and stupid and would never be anything – I was bulimic and anorexic all through high school[/li][li]When she found out I was pregnant with my daughter, she told me “you should just get an abortion, you would make a horrible mother!”[/li][li]When she found out that my sister (who looks nothing like me) was doing porn**, she called me yelling and screaming that I was psychotic and needed to be institutionalised for pretending to be my sister and “trying to ruin her good reputation”[/li][/ul]
At any rate – when I spoke with my brother on the phone last night, I pointed out that I had no idea why or how his daughter might have gotten it in her head that I would know how to get into contact with our mother. He told me a very interesting story – apparently, his daughter ran into a woman at the local hospital who purported to be our mother and they began talking. The woman, let’s call her J*, has been talking to my niece over the phone and telling her that she (J) and I have been – not only in contact – but very close. She claims that she talks to me and sees me regularly.
Based on what I know about my mother, I am willing to bet it is her and that she is trying to get information from my niece (with whom I haven’t spoken in a couple years…have I mentioned that I am not very social??) about me and my whereabouts. I guess the woman feels that she needs to unload more of her psychotic bullshit on me? I don’t know.
Of course, my husband, who knows a lot of what happened, asked if we need to be worried about her showing up at our door unexpectedly. I hope not, but now I wonder. I mean, if she would create this fantasy world that she has been telling my niece about – who knows just how crazy she is now? I actually haven’t spoken to her since the porno-sister-phonecall. Would you?
My kids know that my mother is mentally incompetent and are fine with not knowing her – they tend to trust my judgement on matters like this (did I mention I would make a horrible mother?) but should I prep them? Should I warn them (especially now that summer is on and they will be home alone) to just call the cops if a strange old woman shows up? Honestly, I don’t think she could find me if she had a private investigator (did I mention I live about 30 miles past BFE?) but still.
I know that my brother will be trying to get in contact with her while he is in town, and I will be briefing him tonight (he will be coming out for dinner) on the fact that I will personally come to Spain to remove his nards if he breathes a word to the woman about where I am. I have let go of the past and moved on, but now I am worried about the future. I do not want to deal with this woman. It will lead to police intervention if she shows up and I just don’t want or need that shit in my life.
**for those interested – my sister looks like a girl-next-door version of Pamela Anderson, I have posted my pics before, but if you don’t want to search, I have always been compared to Vivien Leigh or Molly Ringwald.