We all know how I feel about the HFH so we know I am biased
Also I may read things that aren’t there
Rude or not
and remember my mothers car is brand new, only a few months old.
My mother has been out of town since Saturday.
The male half drove my mothers car today. I have no idea if she knows or not. I have no idea where their car is. My mother leaves her spare car keys on a hook in the kitchen.
I do know that in the past if she let one of us drive her car it has always been with the stipulation that nobody else is to drive the car, especially not husbands/bfs.
Here is the part that I think is rude.
After he drove her car instead of parking it back in the driveway he parked it in the street. I would never in a million years borrow my mothers car, park it in the street and then park my car in the driveway. They are now using the driveway and leaving my mothers car in the street.
Maybe I am reading too much into it but to me it is a symbolic effort to push her out. Just like stuffing the refrigerator full of food, stuffing the cabinets full of food, and piling boxes in the living room. Like one of my friends said, they are like dogs pissing to mark their territory.
However it’s not going to be my problem too much longer.
The settlement is going through as is. The sisters can fight over the money afterwards.
Howdy Y’all! I’ve been a productive and bzzy bear at irk and at da cave. Got a lot of irk stuff done along with my foray to the southeast forty. Go Me! I will be in the orifice tomorrow by myself as [del]minion[/del] assistant is headin’ out to the west forty to take two applications which will most likely take all day bein’ as the west forty is out there a ways. Other [del]minion[/del] assistant will hit a part of the south forty for the same reason. We have four new folks startin’ trainin’ next Moanday so I shall be gettin’ that all set up in the system and doin’ all that there fun stuff. On the homefront, I made chikin fried steak, rice 'n gravy, butterbeans, and squish for dindin along with corn sticks. OYKW and I are stuffded! Plus leftovers for tomorrow! YAY!
Sari it is wrong for them to park your mom’s car in the street. Her house, so she should be able to park in her driveway. Her car should have gone back in the drive. I hope she shows back up when her car is in the street. I also hope you ain’t there to witness it even though the story would be entertainin’. Yay for the settlement goin’ through. I take it the house is a go now.
Spaz thanks for classin’ up the MMP with some poetry.
Had to call out sick today, thanks to stuffed sore sinuses and a sore throat. Do have to go to class tonight, since we have a test.
Blurf.
Sari, glad the house is going through so you can make your escape, but I’m wondering if, once you’re gone and thus can’t be held at fault, Adult Protective Services should be getting involved in the HFHs’ treatment of your mother. Seems rather close to elder abuse to me.
Thanks for the perspective Swampy I know I can be biased with them.
One day a friend asked why I was pissed off at the HFH and I said because they are still breathing. She asked isn’t that a little harsh and I said ok they are still breathing in my vicinity.
I know I am a bit over the top when it comes to my feelings towards them.
Nettie I totally expect that when I move out that it won’t be long before my mothers bf is out of here and they will have taken over my mothers affairs He already got himself put on all the utilities by telling my mother he needed to establish residency in MD. Of course their tags and drivers licenses are still FL, so that is a bullshit reason. They have already told her she shouldn’t be driving and had her questioning whether or not she is going senile.
At one point she asked me not to leave until after they leave because she is afraid that once I am out she will never get rid of them.
I know once my bedroom is cleared out they will start hoarding stuff in here. Sah-sons room is not being cleared out though. I’m leaving his stuff behind so if he wants to come visit he has a place to stay.
My mother thinks she can handle them and she can’t. The living room still looks like a warehouse. They made a half attempt to get the dog stains out of the carpet. They still stuff the fridge full even though she told them they can have only one shelf. They run the AC non stop, even today it has been running all day. They do as they please and nothing my mother says changes a thing.
However that said and I probably shouldn’t say this.
Twice in the past few weeks my mother had raised her fist to hit me. Once when I was talking to her and the male HFH made a snarky comment and I told him to shut the fuck up and mind his own business. The second time was because I called the female HFH a whore when she turned on the dishwasher when I was getting in the shower (and yes she did it on purpose). She doesn’t say one damn word to them but gets mad at me. She does her stupid little giggle and tells me to just ignore them but if I say anything to them I am a bitch and a bully.
Right about now I figure they are all crazy and they deserve each other and whatever happens happens. I’m out of here.
And even more I shouldn’t be saying but
this whole thing has brought back some memories.
My mothers ex bf was a hard core drunk. For whatever reason he started dumping shit on me. I wasn’t living here at the time but whenever I came to visit he’d sit and call me a mother fucker and an unfit mother. he swore I was on drugs and even searched my truck behind my back one day sure he was going to find something. My mother did nothing but her stupid little giggle and say oh just ignore him. Or she’d sit right there and deny he said anything. If I got up to leave she’d get upset with me. One day I told her shut him up or I will tell him off. She said go ahead and tell him do I did. She got mad at me because I hurt his feelings. It was okay for him to dump on me and cuss at me and I’m just supposed to put a big ole plastic smile on my face and take it
Then we go back even further to when I was 19 or so. We worked in the same building but for different agencies. I had a boss - he wasn’t really my boss but he was in the chain of command who was a total creep Every time he saw me he’d lick his lips and I paid so little attention to him I hadn’t even noticed until a co-worker pointed it out. One day he ran up behind me in the hall and reached around and grabbed my chest. I pulled away from him and kept walking. When I told my mother about it her first words were ‘what did you do to make him think it was okay to do that?’. Then her next words were to keep my mouth shut, don’t make waves, remember she has to work there too and not to do anything to embarrass her.
Then lets go back to when I was 12 or 13. We were over my aunts for a 4th of July party. Of course my father and uncle were totally wasted. My father was passed out but my uncle was rip roaring drunk. My uncle kept trying to grope me and soon had me pinned between the table and the wall. He was so close the smell of alcohol was making me sick and he kept grabbing at me. I was scared out of my mind and I looked past him to see my mother and my aunt standing there laughing.
Right about now I can’t even look at my mother let alone talk to her. I thought i was past all this shit but obviously I am not. For whatever reason in her head she thinks it’s okay for me to be abused and I’m supposed to be the good little girl who sits back and takes it and keeps her mouth shut.
Right about now I really don’t give a shit one way or the other about her. If the HFH abuse her, it’s out of my hands. Maybe when I cool off and can forgive her, I mean she had a rough childhood - but right now I really just don’t give a damn.
Sari - yay on the house. Now you can get your mistletoe/“kiss this” sign all ready
We’re supposed to get rain here. Did you hear that Gotti? For real, from the sky, water! w00t!
And on other less fun notes, I apparently have pneumonia. Which explains the wracking cough. My co-workers invited me to go-the-hell home. Something about not wanting the plague, blah, blah, blah. I shall be telecommuting for the rest of the week. See, silver lining to everything. :D. No commute.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN 'Tis 70 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 90 for the day. Nice! Of course I shall be cooped up in the orifice, but still, nice.
Nettie and Sunny hope y’all are feelin’ better soonest.
{{{Sari}}} so glad you’ll be removin’ Sah-son and yourself from all that. Maybe that’s what it will take for your mom to wise up. Also, always feel free to vent here. Think of this is your place to let it all go place.
Ok, that’s all I got for now. I need more caffiene and rumbly tummy is hongry. Then, alas and alack irk purtification must commence.
It’s a cool breezy 64 degrees outside, the sun is shining, I am so enjoying this weather.
I have to call the gas company back today, I didn’t know I needed to be there when they turned the gas on but they called and left a message saying somebody has to be there.
I really shouldn’t have dumped. I don’t mean to make my mother sound horrible.
In other ways she is a good mother but she has her demons.
I think the HFH may be in for a rude awakening as well.
Mom always has to have a target for her anger and it won’t be me anymore.
It might be good for them, let them deal with the crazy for a while.
I work for a not for profit and someone was caught having sex in the bathroom last year at our event. :eek:
In a more interesting note, I once saw a man changing into clown clothes in our parking lot. He had the gigantic pants and the big shoes and the orange hair, everything.
Hi everybody! I be exhausted. My real mother died and my phone has been blowing up for the last two days. I’m exhausted. I called my aunt yesterday and it took her a full thirteen seconds to launch into a litany of complaints about my real mother (her sister). And when she called my dad I guess he made a stupid joke and laughed. Stay classy, folks.
Yay for the settlement goin’ through. I take it the house is a go now.
