So it all started out one night I was pigging out while driving and hit this old lady…
(kidding).
I didn’t do anything. My mom’s side of the family had a schism and at some point it was “formally announced” that such a generational curse exists. So the case would be I just inherited it, via the family bloodline I guess…?
It’s been one of those things as an adult we casually joke about when in situations were thing feel as if they are uniquely bad or, more often, uniquely bad in a specific way that causes others to ponder why the heck things went so poorly.
In the before times, some of the family (back when there was one) would swap stories that often included mechanics going “never seen this in the 35 years I’ve been doing this”
or things like this–
I have had my place(s) flooded like 4 times, each being due to “1000 year floods.”
This whole thing was basically just me having a pity party. My honeymoon was cancelled last year due to dad dying suddenly…couldn’t cancel the wedding but the 'moon was killed. So we planned an epic one year anniversary extended version of it.
Things kept not working out. Dumb problems would manifest. We kept working things out, working things out, working things out. Optimism was in short supply. But, then we actually did the intake session, and mom was put in memory care. She was happy and made friends before I left! I was so happy.
I ran errands to get things she needed, and my heart started to open up. I get to take a vacation! I’m going to get a break.
…just to go back and find out there’s a COVID outbreak so I had to pull mom out immediately and, since it has taken many months of planning and organizing to accommodate her, there’s no contingency.
So epic honeymoon year 2 is as well cancelled. Last dang minute, too. Would be about to leave.
Someone said something like if things keep going wrong and I’m involved, it’s easy to suspect IT’S ME.
I think it’s ME, but the calamities that come along with me are not usually of my own making, just sort of stupid acts of god type shit. Still, makes me feel pretty rotten when people like my wife have to suffer because of it.
I don’t believe in curses but I’ll burn some sacred plants or write a rune and tear up the pieces or whatever silly thing calms the gremlins.
I need a break.