Posting this here because I can't really say it on FB.
So, last week (the 20th), my mom's husband (I still refuse to call him my step-dad) had a heart attack. Nothing too bad. He had a stent put in and was home in a day or to. But, the part I can't say on FB, because my mom will see it, is that I really didn't care. I had no reaction to it, other than light annoyance that it was going to be the only thing my mom talked about for a little while. Also, I was quite surprised that she hadn't called us to let us know. We actually found out from my cousin because her mom, my mom's sister, told her and she happened to be here. I later found out that she didn't call anyone, but my aunt saw it on FB.
Over this past weekend, I talked to my mom on the phone and she asked me to print out a copy of the Cardiac Diet that I found, since they don't have the internet, and send it to her. Which I had no problem with. I mean, I really can't stand David, and don't really care that he had a heart attack, but I'm not going to tell her no when she asks me to send her a cardiac diet for him. I guess, mostly because it will make her life easier and that way if he has another heart attack I don't have to hear about it and there's no way anyone could put any blame on me, like, "She asked you to send her a cardiac diet, but you wouldn't, so she didn't know what was okay for him to eat, so he had another heart attack!" Not that they would, but, you never know.
Now, don't get me wrong, I don't wish he would die or anything, I'm just completely apathetic to his well-being. I really, honestly don't care what happens to him. He could leave my mom tomorrow and I wouldn't care. He could die tomorrow and I really wouldn't care. He could get a billion dollars tomorrow and I wouldn't care. I just don't care about him in any way imaginable. My mom knows I don't like him, even though she thinks it's just because I wouldn't like anyone she was with that isn't my dad. Not at all true. Even if he was just some friend of hers, I wouldn't like him. There's just something about him that rubs me the wrong way. I'm extremely uncomfortable around him. I'm sure some of it has to do with the fact that he's way too touchy-feely for my liking. Which, if you're touchy-feely, whatever, but when I tell you I don't like to be hugged and I don't like it when you keep touching me, like hands on my shoulders and stuff, and you KEEP DOING IT, I'm not going to like you. When you refuse to ignore what I, and everyone else, tell(s) you, then I know that you're going out of your way to make me not like you. I mean, it's obvious to you that I don't even like it when my mom hugs me, even though I let her because she's my mom, after all, why on Earth do you think it's okay to touch me when I barely know you?
Anyway, whatever. I just had to get it off my chest that I really don't care what happens to him somewhere, and it couldn't be FB, because if my mom read that, I'd NEVER hear the end of it.
Over this past weekend, I talked to my mom on the phone and she asked me to print out a copy of the Cardiac Diet that I found, since they don't have the internet, and send it to her. Which I had no problem with. I mean, I really can't stand David, and don't really care that he had a heart attack, but I'm not going to tell her no when she asks me to send her a cardiac diet for him. I guess, mostly because it will make her life easier and that way if he has another heart attack I don't have to hear about it and there's no way anyone could put any blame on me, like, "She asked you to send her a cardiac diet, but you wouldn't, so she didn't know what was okay for him to eat, so he had another heart attack!" Not that they would, but, you never know.
Now, don't get me wrong, I don't wish he would die or anything, I'm just completely apathetic to his well-being. I really, honestly don't care what happens to him. He could leave my mom tomorrow and I wouldn't care. He could die tomorrow and I really wouldn't care. He could get a billion dollars tomorrow and I wouldn't care. I just don't care about him in any way imaginable. My mom knows I don't like him, even though she thinks it's just because I wouldn't like anyone she was with that isn't my dad. Not at all true. Even if he was just some friend of hers, I wouldn't like him. There's just something about him that rubs me the wrong way. I'm extremely uncomfortable around him. I'm sure some of it has to do with the fact that he's way too touchy-feely for my liking. Which, if you're touchy-feely, whatever, but when I tell you I don't like to be hugged and I don't like it when you keep touching me, like hands on my shoulders and stuff, and you KEEP DOING IT, I'm not going to like you. When you refuse to ignore what I, and everyone else, tell(s) you, then I know that you're going out of your way to make me not like you. I mean, it's obvious to you that I don't even like it when my mom hugs me, even though I let her because she's my mom, after all, why on Earth do you think it's okay to touch me when I barely know you?
Anyway, whatever. I just had to get it off my chest that I really don't care what happens to him somewhere, and it couldn't be FB, because if my mom read that, I'd NEVER hear the end of it.