New Brunswick and Christmas
Mom finally came to visit yesterday. I took the day off work because they were coming around 2 and I didn't get off till 4. And with how they only stayed about 2 hours when I was here, I doubt they would have waited till I got back from work. They were dropping off a chest freezer (on loan apparently from Mom's boyfriend because there was no room in their place) and all my mangas, artwork and figurines I'd left.
Apparently Mom is thinking about moving to New Brunswick. I didn't hear most of the conversation because I kept having to clean up dog shit because Nemo was so excited, so he went twice in the house and I gave him crap for that, and then the boyfriend's dog also shit in our hallway. And I didn't find out till later, after stepping in it, that the stupid yappy dog had also peed at the foot of our bed, and he'd lifted his leg so now we have to wash the bedskirt. Thankfully he didn't get any on the mattress itself.
So the boyfriend apparently knows someone who has multiple properties in New Brunswick and they were saying how they'd really like to move there. With sometimes coming back during the summer months, or something like that. I wasn't too happy about that. But I told her, if moving that far away would make her happy, then go for it. It's just funny how she's shown no desire before to move from Barrie. Even after I was asking her to move closer to where we are.
Hubbie is my only family now. Really. Mom obviously doesn't care anymore, my brother never did, and I never really got on with my grandparents who are also miles and miles away. I hate to say it, but I don't think Dad would have ever considered such a thing if the roles were reversed. If anything, he probably would have moved back to Pembroke to live near his parents and family, but at least that's still a doable drive compared to the 12 hour trek that is New Brunswick. I miss him so much.
I haven't mentioned it before I don't think, but I've been debating going to see a psycic. Hubbie's mom went to him, and she was a skeptic, but apparently he's legit. She told me to write my dad a letter and then make an appointment to see the psycic. So I can have some questions answered.
My mom brought up Christmas, saying she was going to go to Ottawa and then visit us on boxing day. I said I still didn't know my schedule, and I wouldn't until this Thursday, but if I had the time we'd be going down there. And she mentioned the dogs, asking if we were going to put them up. Because my brother's wife has a dog who is very territorial. And before when we've visited there my brother and his wife has tried to ask us to put our dogs in a kennel for a while. You know what? They're our family, and if you want to see us at all, then you wouldn't give a shit about us bringing our perfectly nice and loveable dogs with us.
I'm done. Seriously. I don't care what my schedule is for Christmas week, I'm not going to bother going to Ottawa. We'll go to Hubbie's sisters for their Christmas dinner just so we're not sitting at home doing nothing, but fuck if I'm going to put all that mileage on the car when we're not really wanted to begin with. We'll have to start our own Christmas traditions. We're a family now, and soon enough we'll have a kid. And if Mom wants to move all the way to New Brunswick and miss out on getting to know her first grandchild, then so be it. Fuck it. I'm trying not to care anymore.
Apparently Mom is thinking about moving to New Brunswick. I didn't hear most of the conversation because I kept having to clean up dog shit because Nemo was so excited, so he went twice in the house and I gave him crap for that, and then the boyfriend's dog also shit in our hallway. And I didn't find out till later, after stepping in it, that the stupid yappy dog had also peed at the foot of our bed, and he'd lifted his leg so now we have to wash the bedskirt. Thankfully he didn't get any on the mattress itself.
So the boyfriend apparently knows someone who has multiple properties in New Brunswick and they were saying how they'd really like to move there. With sometimes coming back during the summer months, or something like that. I wasn't too happy about that. But I told her, if moving that far away would make her happy, then go for it. It's just funny how she's shown no desire before to move from Barrie. Even after I was asking her to move closer to where we are.
Hubbie is my only family now. Really. Mom obviously doesn't care anymore, my brother never did, and I never really got on with my grandparents who are also miles and miles away. I hate to say it, but I don't think Dad would have ever considered such a thing if the roles were reversed. If anything, he probably would have moved back to Pembroke to live near his parents and family, but at least that's still a doable drive compared to the 12 hour trek that is New Brunswick. I miss him so much.
I haven't mentioned it before I don't think, but I've been debating going to see a psycic. Hubbie's mom went to him, and she was a skeptic, but apparently he's legit. She told me to write my dad a letter and then make an appointment to see the psycic. So I can have some questions answered.
My mom brought up Christmas, saying she was going to go to Ottawa and then visit us on boxing day. I said I still didn't know my schedule, and I wouldn't until this Thursday, but if I had the time we'd be going down there. And she mentioned the dogs, asking if we were going to put them up. Because my brother's wife has a dog who is very territorial. And before when we've visited there my brother and his wife has tried to ask us to put our dogs in a kennel for a while. You know what? They're our family, and if you want to see us at all, then you wouldn't give a shit about us bringing our perfectly nice and loveable dogs with us.
I'm done. Seriously. I don't care what my schedule is for Christmas week, I'm not going to bother going to Ottawa. We'll go to Hubbie's sisters for their Christmas dinner just so we're not sitting at home doing nothing, but fuck if I'm going to put all that mileage on the car when we're not really wanted to begin with. We'll have to start our own Christmas traditions. We're a family now, and soon enough we'll have a kid. And if Mom wants to move all the way to New Brunswick and miss out on getting to know her first grandchild, then so be it. Fuck it. I'm trying not to care anymore.