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So my mother attacked me this morning. Physically attacked me. Granted, it was for the first time in like five years. But she attacked me.
Last night, my brother said that he wanted his car today when I asked him to lend it so I could go to my doctor's appointment this morning. He lends his car out all the time without ever asking for gas money, so I said sure, no problem, I'll ask mom. I did. She gave me a "I'll ask my boss" when I asked her to lend her car. I don't know why she would even say that. It's her car, and if he needed her to get coffee or whatever, she would have had it back by lunchtime. My appointment was after all at 9:30. So I went to bed assuming that she would just say no, and that I'd use public transportation. It sucks, but it's doable. I have to take the 8 o'clock bus to get there--take one to Westgate, transfer, take another to the BAT center, transfer, take a third to the VA Hospital and walk twenty minutes across a freeway to get to my doctor's office. It sucks enormously but it is not impossible. The suck is just exacerbated by the fact that I am nine months pregnant.
Well, I woke up at 7 AM to prepare myself for the long journey. It's raining. Well, fuck. My father said something to my mother about, you know, the rain...and the fact that I'm nine months pregnant....so she storms into my bedroom.
"Well, it's AWFULLY SHORT NOTICE, Ashley, but I can drive you ONE WAY (at eight o'clock, an HOUR AND A HALF BEFORE my appointment) or give you $20 for a cab."
Now, mind you, there is no way, no way in HELL that $20 is going to get me a cab there and back from the doctor's. And what the hell's the point of getting HALF of a ride? I said I'd take the $20 and thanked her. I mean, I can at least get some breakfast after my long and sucky bus journey. She says she'll go get it from the ATM and leaves the house.
I figure it could be worse and start getting ready to go. My brother and father are talking about how awful and selfish she's being, and when she gives me the money my father says "I hope she goes into labour on the side of the highway. You're being a jerk."
Well, she blows up. Starts screaming. "YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY. THIS WAS SHORT NOTICE. I TOLD HER TO RESCHEDULE HER APPOINTMENT FOR TUESDAY INSTEAD OF FRIDAY" (a day she had off, and there's no way in hell I'd have been able to do that! I have weekly appointments now!) We don't feel like listening to her childish tirade, so we tell her to just go, go to work, leave. She does.
My brother says that he's sorry and that he'll gladly lend his car for the day. In turn, I offer him the $20 to fill his tank. Because he really didn't have to. He always gets me to my appointments. He accepted, and we're all getting ready to go when my mother calls. No one answers. She leaves a hysterical message on the answering machine (literally, you can hear the panic in her voice) "I am going to call out sick to drive Ashley to her appointment."
Really? REALLY?
So she calls two more times and no one answers, well, she was already on her way home. She storms through the door SCREAMING my name. My father tells her to go home because it's too late now and she ignores him and storms upstairs. She barges into my bedroom again, palm out.
"Ashley, I am going to drive you to your appointment. Give me my $20 back, please." Her voice and hands are literally shaking.
"Michael said he'd drive me."
"It's ALWAYS ABOUT MICHAEL!!!! Give me my $20 back!!!"
"Well, I said that I'd give it to him to fill his tank since he's driving me."
"What?! Gas is HIS problem. I want my $20 back!"
"Well..no..."
"I'll give him $10 for gas. Give me the $20."
At this point I'm terrified of getting into the car with her.
"Um. No."
"Ashley, it's MY MONEY! I would like it back! Give it to me!"
I take the bill and put it in my pocket. The crazy bitch then proceeds to SHOVE HER DAUGHTER, who is NINE MONTHS PREGNANT, onto the bed, and physically try to grope her way into her pocket to take TWENTY FUCKING DOLLARS that she GAVE HER to GET TO A DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT.
So I lose my shit.
"Are you REALLY attacking a pregnant woman right now?!?!"
"FUCK YOU, Ashley! FUCK YOU!"
And she runs downstairs.
"I have done EVERYTHING for that ungrateful little bitch! I have given her HOUSING information! (for a town I don't live in.) I have told her to reschedule her appointments! I-"
Me, from upstairs- "Yeah, to fit when you have days off!"
"My life doesn't revolve around you, Ashley!"
I don't even say anything to that. EVERY DAY this woman simpers over my physical condition and tells me she's here to help me and help my daughter, yet when I actually DO NEED HER for something....this happens.
My father then tells her that she can have the divorce she apparently wants so badly, and my brother calls her a waste of space and tells her to leave, and she flips her shit again, starts crying and shrieking that she "needs to come back for her clothes."
I would have pressed charges against the fucking bitch had I had marks.
I'm really appalled. And she wanted me to continue to live with her! With my DAUGHTER! It makes me sick! If she has no reservations about getting violent with a pregnant woman, well, who's to say she won't attack Iris? FUCK THAT.
Oh, I want Colin so bad. He really went to jail at the worst possible moment this time.
Last night, my brother said that he wanted his car today when I asked him to lend it so I could go to my doctor's appointment this morning. He lends his car out all the time without ever asking for gas money, so I said sure, no problem, I'll ask mom. I did. She gave me a "I'll ask my boss" when I asked her to lend her car. I don't know why she would even say that. It's her car, and if he needed her to get coffee or whatever, she would have had it back by lunchtime. My appointment was after all at 9:30. So I went to bed assuming that she would just say no, and that I'd use public transportation. It sucks, but it's doable. I have to take the 8 o'clock bus to get there--take one to Westgate, transfer, take another to the BAT center, transfer, take a third to the VA Hospital and walk twenty minutes across a freeway to get to my doctor's office. It sucks enormously but it is not impossible. The suck is just exacerbated by the fact that I am nine months pregnant.
Well, I woke up at 7 AM to prepare myself for the long journey. It's raining. Well, fuck. My father said something to my mother about, you know, the rain...and the fact that I'm nine months pregnant....so she storms into my bedroom.
"Well, it's AWFULLY SHORT NOTICE, Ashley, but I can drive you ONE WAY (at eight o'clock, an HOUR AND A HALF BEFORE my appointment) or give you $20 for a cab."
Now, mind you, there is no way, no way in HELL that $20 is going to get me a cab there and back from the doctor's. And what the hell's the point of getting HALF of a ride? I said I'd take the $20 and thanked her. I mean, I can at least get some breakfast after my long and sucky bus journey. She says she'll go get it from the ATM and leaves the house.
I figure it could be worse and start getting ready to go. My brother and father are talking about how awful and selfish she's being, and when she gives me the money my father says "I hope she goes into labour on the side of the highway. You're being a jerk."
Well, she blows up. Starts screaming. "YOU WILL NOT MAKE ME FEEL GUILTY. THIS WAS SHORT NOTICE. I TOLD HER TO RESCHEDULE HER APPOINTMENT FOR TUESDAY INSTEAD OF FRIDAY" (a day she had off, and there's no way in hell I'd have been able to do that! I have weekly appointments now!) We don't feel like listening to her childish tirade, so we tell her to just go, go to work, leave. She does.
My brother says that he's sorry and that he'll gladly lend his car for the day. In turn, I offer him the $20 to fill his tank. Because he really didn't have to. He always gets me to my appointments. He accepted, and we're all getting ready to go when my mother calls. No one answers. She leaves a hysterical message on the answering machine (literally, you can hear the panic in her voice) "I am going to call out sick to drive Ashley to her appointment."
Really? REALLY?
So she calls two more times and no one answers, well, she was already on her way home. She storms through the door SCREAMING my name. My father tells her to go home because it's too late now and she ignores him and storms upstairs. She barges into my bedroom again, palm out.
"Ashley, I am going to drive you to your appointment. Give me my $20 back, please." Her voice and hands are literally shaking.
"Michael said he'd drive me."
"It's ALWAYS ABOUT MICHAEL!!!! Give me my $20 back!!!"
"Well, I said that I'd give it to him to fill his tank since he's driving me."
"What?! Gas is HIS problem. I want my $20 back!"
"Well..no..."
"I'll give him $10 for gas. Give me the $20."
At this point I'm terrified of getting into the car with her.
"Um. No."
"Ashley, it's MY MONEY! I would like it back! Give it to me!"
I take the bill and put it in my pocket. The crazy bitch then proceeds to SHOVE HER DAUGHTER, who is NINE MONTHS PREGNANT, onto the bed, and physically try to grope her way into her pocket to take TWENTY FUCKING DOLLARS that she GAVE HER to GET TO A DOCTOR'S APPOINTMENT.
So I lose my shit.
"Are you REALLY attacking a pregnant woman right now?!?!"
"FUCK YOU, Ashley! FUCK YOU!"
And she runs downstairs.
"I have done EVERYTHING for that ungrateful little bitch! I have given her HOUSING information! (for a town I don't live in.) I have told her to reschedule her appointments! I-"
Me, from upstairs- "Yeah, to fit when you have days off!"
"My life doesn't revolve around you, Ashley!"
I don't even say anything to that. EVERY DAY this woman simpers over my physical condition and tells me she's here to help me and help my daughter, yet when I actually DO NEED HER for something....this happens.
My father then tells her that she can have the divorce she apparently wants so badly, and my brother calls her a waste of space and tells her to leave, and she flips her shit again, starts crying and shrieking that she "needs to come back for her clothes."
I would have pressed charges against the fucking bitch had I had marks.
I'm really appalled. And she wanted me to continue to live with her! With my DAUGHTER! It makes me sick! If she has no reservations about getting violent with a pregnant woman, well, who's to say she won't attack Iris? FUCK THAT.
Oh, I want Colin so bad. He really went to jail at the worst possible moment this time.