I'm like this, and you're like this
Appearing out of the ether to tell you guys about the very strange couple of days I've been having.
Thursday I hear a knock at the door at a time of day when no one really comes to visit me. Who do I find when I open it? My crazy former-neighbor. You know the one who didn't mind showing everyone her belt tattoo in public despite how low it was? Yeah, her. Apparently she's doing pretty well although her drama magnet is still fully in effect. The guy whose house she was sharing over her did in fact die, but I was expecting that seeing as he'd been horrendously sick for a while. The kicker? Her boyfriend is sick, and apparently dying. I'm starting to think this woman is cursed cause no one should have this much random, horrible, shit happen to them. Despite all that she's actually doing a hell of a lot better physically and it really was nice to talk to her. She's still having issues with jobs and crap so I'm going to send her the info on the Worksource center I'm signed up with.
Saturday I end up having a long, long, talk with my mother. She sat me down and started with the 'I was hurt by what you said/did. Maybe you should move out' lecture and I . . . well I kind of went 'splode. Really the whole thing was less like a last straw and more like a bullet through a beaker full of acid. I just poured out a bunch of crap that I never talk to her about (including the fact that I don't trust her). I didn't tell her everything. I sure as hell didn't tell her the main reasons behind most of my major issues, which largely involve her but I didn't want to even try and touch that yet. In any case, there is a slight, infintesimal hope that I have actually gotten through to her this time.
To add to the randomness around that conversation? If it hadn't been for the talk I had with Foxy on Thursday I wouldn't have conceded one of the points my mother made about talking being a two-way street. And when I talked to Deb later on Saturday I found out that not only did she talk to my mother the day before, but several of the points I made on Saturday were almost word for word what Deb told her. I'm not sure if that's going to help the situation or not but I still think it's hilarious.
Of course, the day would not be complete without a call from my sister. Thankfully my mother ended up talking to her the entire time but she found out something interesting. My aunt texted my sister. Now before I continue allow me to remind you that this is the same aunt who said that my sister should not be involved in my fathers funeral plans because she wasn't actually my father's daughter by blood. Yeah, she texted my sister. Apparently, she asked my sister to ask my mother if she could use our address to register her youngest daughter at the nearby high school. To be fair, we did do this for her older daughter and I suppose that the kids shouldn't be involved in our fight. To be honest, I really don't care. Neither my aunt nor my cousins have ever made any kind of effort to know me and I'm really kind of done with that side of my family. What I find absolutely hysterical is that she actually thought texting my sister would help her.
What makes the whole situation even better? I got a phone call at around 9 this morning. I might have answered it, because no one really calls me at that time of day unless there's a problem, except for two things: One, I didn't recognize the number; and Two, I hadn't actually slept last night because the horrendous windstorm we had kept me awake. So I go and listen to the message and I'm pretty sure it was my aunt calling me to ask for my mothers phone number again. I say 'pretty sure' because the distortion was so bad it almost sounded like . . . well you know those voice thingys that people press against their throats when they can't talk? It kinda sounded like that. It was just so fucking weird, and disturbing after the night I'd had, that I just deleted it.
*sighs* One of the major good things that came out of it all is that I've finally come to the point where I'm just done dealing with bullshit. I'm not doing it anymore. If you're not going to treat me like an adult and meet me halfway then I'm not going to talk to you. I'm not going to needlessly shoulder anyone else's problems, especially if mine get pushed aside as a result. I have too many issues of my own to just ignore them. If other people aren't willing to return the favor when I need it what's the point?
So I guess, what it comes down to is that I'm finally listening to my solstice tarot reading so hopefully certain people will no longer need to kick me in the ass with it.
Thursday I hear a knock at the door at a time of day when no one really comes to visit me. Who do I find when I open it? My crazy former-neighbor. You know the one who didn't mind showing everyone her belt tattoo in public despite how low it was? Yeah, her. Apparently she's doing pretty well although her drama magnet is still fully in effect. The guy whose house she was sharing over her did in fact die, but I was expecting that seeing as he'd been horrendously sick for a while. The kicker? Her boyfriend is sick, and apparently dying. I'm starting to think this woman is cursed cause no one should have this much random, horrible, shit happen to them. Despite all that she's actually doing a hell of a lot better physically and it really was nice to talk to her. She's still having issues with jobs and crap so I'm going to send her the info on the Worksource center I'm signed up with.
Saturday I end up having a long, long, talk with my mother. She sat me down and started with the 'I was hurt by what you said/did. Maybe you should move out' lecture and I . . . well I kind of went 'splode. Really the whole thing was less like a last straw and more like a bullet through a beaker full of acid. I just poured out a bunch of crap that I never talk to her about (including the fact that I don't trust her). I didn't tell her everything. I sure as hell didn't tell her the main reasons behind most of my major issues, which largely involve her but I didn't want to even try and touch that yet. In any case, there is a slight, infintesimal hope that I have actually gotten through to her this time.
To add to the randomness around that conversation? If it hadn't been for the talk I had with Foxy on Thursday I wouldn't have conceded one of the points my mother made about talking being a two-way street. And when I talked to Deb later on Saturday I found out that not only did she talk to my mother the day before, but several of the points I made on Saturday were almost word for word what Deb told her. I'm not sure if that's going to help the situation or not but I still think it's hilarious.
Of course, the day would not be complete without a call from my sister. Thankfully my mother ended up talking to her the entire time but she found out something interesting. My aunt texted my sister. Now before I continue allow me to remind you that this is the same aunt who said that my sister should not be involved in my fathers funeral plans because she wasn't actually my father's daughter by blood. Yeah, she texted my sister. Apparently, she asked my sister to ask my mother if she could use our address to register her youngest daughter at the nearby high school. To be fair, we did do this for her older daughter and I suppose that the kids shouldn't be involved in our fight. To be honest, I really don't care. Neither my aunt nor my cousins have ever made any kind of effort to know me and I'm really kind of done with that side of my family. What I find absolutely hysterical is that she actually thought texting my sister would help her.
What makes the whole situation even better? I got a phone call at around 9 this morning. I might have answered it, because no one really calls me at that time of day unless there's a problem, except for two things: One, I didn't recognize the number; and Two, I hadn't actually slept last night because the horrendous windstorm we had kept me awake. So I go and listen to the message and I'm pretty sure it was my aunt calling me to ask for my mothers phone number again. I say 'pretty sure' because the distortion was so bad it almost sounded like . . . well you know those voice thingys that people press against their throats when they can't talk? It kinda sounded like that. It was just so fucking weird, and disturbing after the night I'd had, that I just deleted it.
*sighs* One of the major good things that came out of it all is that I've finally come to the point where I'm just done dealing with bullshit. I'm not doing it anymore. If you're not going to treat me like an adult and meet me halfway then I'm not going to talk to you. I'm not going to needlessly shoulder anyone else's problems, especially if mine get pushed aside as a result. I have too many issues of my own to just ignore them. If other people aren't willing to return the favor when I need it what's the point?
So I guess, what it comes down to is that I'm finally listening to my solstice tarot reading so hopefully certain people will no longer need to kick me in the ass with it.