slightly safe place
So, I can say this here... because no member of my family is on my friends list
I have a lying, cheating, whoring mother
And a lying drunk for a father.
Last Thanksgiving there was an event/issue at my Aunt's house with my mother's S.O.
Then at my uncle's house in Georgia there was another event/issue.
So, James, Lillie, Julianna, Mother & I were to celebrate Christmas a few days later. We all show up and her SO storms out of the room.Mother goes to talk to him while the onions are getting happy. We check the onions a few times while she is talking to him. Then we turn the burner off & remove the pan because the onions are starting to burn. A few minutes after that Mother come out of the back bedroom. Julianna & I receive an ear full of how we can't have a happy family get together & how Julianna always ruins everything. At this point I start to pack up our gifts and collect things because I don't want to be there any more. In the end, Mother kicks Julianna out, even though Julianna hasn't done anything. We leave as well. And I haven't spoken to her since.---EDIT, last I was not explaining myself very well & now realize that I left a few things out...Last week, I had a conversation with one of my uncles. During this conversation, he told me that he had heard, the SO, Mother had sworn would never move in with her had just done that. And during the last year I haven't spoken to her, she had connected with a high school friend, bed him. Normally this wouldn't be so bad; however this friend was married. Mother's antics was almost enough to end that marriage.
In the mean time, my Father is talking to me. We are having awesome conversations and such. Fast forward to this summer. My Father hacks into his wife's facebook so that he could chat with me. Super happy at this point. He is telling me about their planned move to Colorado. Woot, I am thinking. In his words, "they want to be closer to their daughters." Insert concept of 2nd fiddle. Skip forward to about 6 weeks ago, My father finally makes it from Alaska to Denver, Colorado. The trip was 3 dogs, 3 trucks, 3 trailers and 3 adults going just over 3k miles. In the end it also cost them 2 axles, 10 tires and a few other items. They make it. At this point I am still pretty happy about my Father being closer than ever before. Plan #1: come run errands with your dad; declined. Plan #2: hey, they are going to have sushi. How about you join us; accepted (awkward). Plan #3: Mannon is having a barbecue and as the spouse of her mother I am inviting you, my daughter; accepted (felt uninvited the entire time). Plan #4: Breakfast 9-14 @5:30ish in the morning, I text 3 times & call once, no response... then get a call want to drive 4 hours to go to a wine tasting?? Not really, and I thought you had quit drinking. Oh that was real beer that you just slammed on Sunday before you flew back to Alaska? ---Edit, my Father has had a struggle with drinking. As a kid, I spent a large amount of time in bars. 1 summer I remember being proud that I could pour a perfect beer from a keg. I look back on that a realize a 7 or 8 year old kid shouldn't know how to tap a keg or pour a perfect beer. The last year, living in Denver, I have seen my Father much more than in the past 10 years. This is the byproduct of her wanting to see her daughters.
I think for now I will go bury my head in the sand and just focus on whats here & now.
I have a lying, cheating, whoring mother
And a lying drunk for a father.
Last Thanksgiving there was an event/issue at my Aunt's house with my mother's S.O.
Then at my uncle's house in Georgia there was another event/issue.
So, James, Lillie, Julianna, Mother & I were to celebrate Christmas a few days later. We all show up and her SO storms out of the room.Mother goes to talk to him while the onions are getting happy. We check the onions a few times while she is talking to him. Then we turn the burner off & remove the pan because the onions are starting to burn. A few minutes after that Mother come out of the back bedroom. Julianna & I receive an ear full of how we can't have a happy family get together & how Julianna always ruins everything. At this point I start to pack up our gifts and collect things because I don't want to be there any more. In the end, Mother kicks Julianna out, even though Julianna hasn't done anything. We leave as well. And I haven't spoken to her since.---EDIT, last I was not explaining myself very well & now realize that I left a few things out...Last week, I had a conversation with one of my uncles. During this conversation, he told me that he had heard, the SO, Mother had sworn would never move in with her had just done that. And during the last year I haven't spoken to her, she had connected with a high school friend, bed him. Normally this wouldn't be so bad; however this friend was married. Mother's antics was almost enough to end that marriage.
In the mean time, my Father is talking to me. We are having awesome conversations and such. Fast forward to this summer. My Father hacks into his wife's facebook so that he could chat with me. Super happy at this point. He is telling me about their planned move to Colorado. Woot, I am thinking. In his words, "they want to be closer to their daughters." Insert concept of 2nd fiddle. Skip forward to about 6 weeks ago, My father finally makes it from Alaska to Denver, Colorado. The trip was 3 dogs, 3 trucks, 3 trailers and 3 adults going just over 3k miles. In the end it also cost them 2 axles, 10 tires and a few other items. They make it. At this point I am still pretty happy about my Father being closer than ever before. Plan #1: come run errands with your dad; declined. Plan #2: hey, they are going to have sushi. How about you join us; accepted (awkward). Plan #3: Mannon is having a barbecue and as the spouse of her mother I am inviting you, my daughter; accepted (felt uninvited the entire time). Plan #4: Breakfast 9-14 @5:30ish in the morning, I text 3 times & call once, no response... then get a call want to drive 4 hours to go to a wine tasting?? Not really, and I thought you had quit drinking. Oh that was real beer that you just slammed on Sunday before you flew back to Alaska? ---Edit, my Father has had a struggle with drinking. As a kid, I spent a large amount of time in bars. 1 summer I remember being proud that I could pour a perfect beer from a keg. I look back on that a realize a 7 or 8 year old kid shouldn't know how to tap a keg or pour a perfect beer. The last year, living in Denver, I have seen my Father much more than in the past 10 years. This is the byproduct of her wanting to see her daughters.
I think for now I will go bury my head in the sand and just focus on whats here & now.