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Here Mel. Here's my reply to your entry. It was too fucking big to fit anywhere else, so here you go. Just for you. Dun-dun-DUN! {starts singing the thematic entrance to just about every film out there}
I just spent the last hour or so reading, "The Catcher in the Rye."** I bought it a while ago, after being pestered to read it. It fucking owns, and I'm almost finished. I would've finished like, hours ago, but I got distracted, I guess. Psh. I have like, ADD.
But anyway. That's horseshit, and it needs to stop. In some ways, Yvy remind's me of my two grandmothers, or at least their negative sides.
My father's mother (let's call her "Patricia") is extremely jealous, often heartless, and sometimes even manipulative. She's the type of person who would just discard your grandmother's precious sheets simply because she has an opinion on what sheets are better.
My mother's mother (we'll call her "Marie") is a drunken whore, who is often completely irrational, bitchy, and nasty. She's the sort of selfish bitch who thinks she is doing others a favor.
You must understand, of course, that although they are not always this way, and they do have their good sides, that this is usually how I view them. You must also understand that they absolutely DESPISE each other. Why? Well, Patricia is Jewish, and Marie is Catholic, for the most part. They are both very stubborn in their beliefs, although I think that the most radical of the two is Marie (I swear to God sometimes that she is seriously fucking insane). But anyway, they met at my baby shower, and for whatever reason, hated each other. Supposedly Marie was sweet as pie to Patricia, and Patricia acted like an elitist, aristocratic bitch toward Marie. Although Patricia can often act this way without being conscious about it, Marie, on the other hand, is oversensitive, and touchy.
So, apparently, Marie bought me a Christening dress for my shower. To make a long story short, at the end of the party, a large piece of cake was found smushed and tucked into my dress. What a pleasant surprise.
..Now, no one has been held responsible, but you just know who it was. Yet, I can see both sides to this situation, in which they are both terrible wrong. Marie shouldn't have imposed and/or assumed my beliefs as being Catholic by giving me a Christening dress (especially with the knowledge that Patricia is Jewish, and my father is sort of just caught between religions). But, of course, what Patricia did to "my" dress was completely uncalled for.
Now Patricia. Her feeble, and rare, attempts at being selfless often turn out to be completely selfish. An example of both the latter, would be about, oh, a year or so ago. I had this one choker, that I particularly liked. Not only did she oppose the style of my choker, but she knew that Marie gave it to me. So, for my birthday, she got me another necklace. She told me to go try it on and look at it in the mirror..I knew something was wrong. But I did it anyway. Later my mother told me that Patricia told her to hide my choker, and to get rid of it. Things like that just get to me.
Marie. She often remembers things wrong in her mind, or lies about them to me. So does my mother. For instance, she one told me in conversation, that (I SWEAR she said these exact words..) "..Your aunt 'Danielle' only spent a total of 31 days in school during the 11th grade. She was always caught shooting heroin blah blah, etc....Do you want to wind up like that??!"
A loooooong while later, I guess I said something about it to 'Danielle,' and Danielle got pissed, because apparently, she's never done heroin in her life and she thought that she was being incriminated, etc..long story. So what did grandma say? "I never said that! I said she did {insert random controlled substance here}..and speed. But she only tried it once!"
..Apparently that wasn't true, either, even if that IS what she said 9 months beforehand.
So whatever, we got into this huge spat over it, she's fucking cursing the hell out of me, telling me how worthless I am, as usual, and what does she do? She writes an email to my mom about all of the "fucking poison" that I "spit out at her." That's fucking bull. She calls me such degrading, depressing things, but she throws me under the bus for it? Fuck that.
Bottom line? My father knows that Marie (my maternal grandmother) is a fucking psycho, but my mother can't defy her. She doesn't see it, and even if she did, my grandmother is such a fucking manipulative bitch that it wouldn't matter. My grandmother sucks the life out of my mother. Now, everyone knows how Patricia is, and once or twice, we've told her. She's actually been a lot better...in some ways. But Jesus Christ almighty, you just HAD to hear her talk about my parents the other month. I pretended I was asleep, just to listen to everyone talk. She and her lifeless husband, "Pete," came over to discuss some sort of business bullshit with my father. At one point in time, everyone had left for something, except for Patricia, Pete, and myself. The morons probably did think I was asleep, because if not, my grandmother is the most bitter, and yet, naive bitch I've ever met.. She went on this horrible fucking tirade about my mother that I won't really bore you with, but basically she said that my mother was worthless,
never worked a day in her life, and just..all of this fucking venom just spat out of her mouth.
My point is, I know how it is. I may not have portrayed that thought in its entirety, but you know where I'm getting to, Melissa. Having some jealous, control freak whore that nobody can do anything about within your family. I know. I've always got to be on my toes. But once in a while, I keep those son-of-a-bitches on their toes, as well. I love doing that.
They're all just a bunch of phonies! **Just like in the book. You should read it sometime, you'll know what I mean.
I just spent the last hour or so reading, "The Catcher in the Rye."** I bought it a while ago, after being pestered to read it. It fucking owns, and I'm almost finished. I would've finished like, hours ago, but I got distracted, I guess. Psh. I have like, ADD.
But anyway. That's horseshit, and it needs to stop. In some ways, Yvy remind's me of my two grandmothers, or at least their negative sides.
My father's mother (let's call her "Patricia") is extremely jealous, often heartless, and sometimes even manipulative. She's the type of person who would just discard your grandmother's precious sheets simply because she has an opinion on what sheets are better.
My mother's mother (we'll call her "Marie") is a drunken whore, who is often completely irrational, bitchy, and nasty. She's the sort of selfish bitch who thinks she is doing others a favor.
You must understand, of course, that although they are not always this way, and they do have their good sides, that this is usually how I view them. You must also understand that they absolutely DESPISE each other. Why? Well, Patricia is Jewish, and Marie is Catholic, for the most part. They are both very stubborn in their beliefs, although I think that the most radical of the two is Marie (I swear to God sometimes that she is seriously fucking insane). But anyway, they met at my baby shower, and for whatever reason, hated each other. Supposedly Marie was sweet as pie to Patricia, and Patricia acted like an elitist, aristocratic bitch toward Marie. Although Patricia can often act this way without being conscious about it, Marie, on the other hand, is oversensitive, and touchy.
So, apparently, Marie bought me a Christening dress for my shower. To make a long story short, at the end of the party, a large piece of cake was found smushed and tucked into my dress. What a pleasant surprise.
..Now, no one has been held responsible, but you just know who it was. Yet, I can see both sides to this situation, in which they are both terrible wrong. Marie shouldn't have imposed and/or assumed my beliefs as being Catholic by giving me a Christening dress (especially with the knowledge that Patricia is Jewish, and my father is sort of just caught between religions). But, of course, what Patricia did to "my" dress was completely uncalled for.
Now Patricia. Her feeble, and rare, attempts at being selfless often turn out to be completely selfish. An example of both the latter, would be about, oh, a year or so ago. I had this one choker, that I particularly liked. Not only did she oppose the style of my choker, but she knew that Marie gave it to me. So, for my birthday, she got me another necklace. She told me to go try it on and look at it in the mirror..I knew something was wrong. But I did it anyway. Later my mother told me that Patricia told her to hide my choker, and to get rid of it. Things like that just get to me.
Marie. She often remembers things wrong in her mind, or lies about them to me. So does my mother. For instance, she one told me in conversation, that (I SWEAR she said these exact words..) "..Your aunt 'Danielle' only spent a total of 31 days in school during the 11th grade. She was always caught shooting heroin blah blah, etc....Do you want to wind up like that??!"
A loooooong while later, I guess I said something about it to 'Danielle,' and Danielle got pissed, because apparently, she's never done heroin in her life and she thought that she was being incriminated, etc..long story. So what did grandma say? "I never said that! I said she did {insert random controlled substance here}..and speed. But she only tried it once!"
..Apparently that wasn't true, either, even if that IS what she said 9 months beforehand.
So whatever, we got into this huge spat over it, she's fucking cursing the hell out of me, telling me how worthless I am, as usual, and what does she do? She writes an email to my mom about all of the "fucking poison" that I "spit out at her." That's fucking bull. She calls me such degrading, depressing things, but she throws me under the bus for it? Fuck that.
Bottom line? My father knows that Marie (my maternal grandmother) is a fucking psycho, but my mother can't defy her. She doesn't see it, and even if she did, my grandmother is such a fucking manipulative bitch that it wouldn't matter. My grandmother sucks the life out of my mother. Now, everyone knows how Patricia is, and once or twice, we've told her. She's actually been a lot better...in some ways. But Jesus Christ almighty, you just HAD to hear her talk about my parents the other month. I pretended I was asleep, just to listen to everyone talk. She and her lifeless husband, "Pete," came over to discuss some sort of business bullshit with my father. At one point in time, everyone had left for something, except for Patricia, Pete, and myself. The morons probably did think I was asleep, because if not, my grandmother is the most bitter, and yet, naive bitch I've ever met.. She went on this horrible fucking tirade about my mother that I won't really bore you with, but basically she said that my mother was worthless,
never worked a day in her life, and just..all of this fucking venom just spat out of her mouth.
My point is, I know how it is. I may not have portrayed that thought in its entirety, but you know where I'm getting to, Melissa. Having some jealous, control freak whore that nobody can do anything about within your family. I know. I've always got to be on my toes. But once in a while, I keep those son-of-a-bitches on their toes, as well. I love doing that.
They're all just a bunch of phonies! **Just like in the book. You should read it sometime, you'll know what I mean.