*GRR!*
Just another bout with my mother. WHY? Do I EVEN Try TO TALK to that FLAMING BITCH?????
I guess I can see the resemblance... *chuckles weakly* She's a flaming bitch, and I'm a flamy gay boi. *cackles maniacally*
You know what? Its not music, tv, games or magazines that make kids do stupid shit like the shootings at Columbine and bullshit like that. Its parents who treat their kids like shit and can't even put their own desires aside long enough to momentarily consider their child's feelings or the thought, the minute possibility that MAYBE just fucking MAYBE their child has half a clue about what they want.
This is what makes me hate. I hate stupidity. Not lack of intelligence or ignorance... just ... stupid BULLSHIT like this.
So I walked out to see who knocked. She's over at the pear tree. I yell "Did you knock?" She yells back "Yes."
"Well, c'mere."
"No."
"Then why'd you knock??"
"Jill wanted you."
"Where's Jill then?"
"She's getting me a bag for these pears."
I walk over to the bush by my truck and start ripping off long limbs (it grows really quick and scratches my truck when I pull in if I don't keep it under control.) and wait. Jill comes down. I pick her up, spin her around and laugh, happy to see my lil sis. She yells 'Sissy!' and that name I hate... and I wish so much I could sit down with her and tell her the truth. I walk over to my mom with Jill to pick her up to get a pear. Mom starts bitching me out over a recent incident.
*Flashback*
I'm driving to Jasper to deal with some important business. Mom calls "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, driving, doing errands. Why?"
"Can you do something for me?"
"Depends. What is it?"
"Go to Vanessa's and get something for me."
"...Yeah sure. When I get done, but it'll be a bit."
"What're you doing?"
"Running errands."
"Well how long?"
"I don't know. I have to take this movie back to blockbuster, run back to Forestdale, go to my doctor, give him my name change info, get my prescriptions rewritten, drive back to sumiton, give my prescriptions to Ken and then put my zyrtec prescription in my mail order package to send to canada and take that to the post office and get to the bank before 4. Then I have to go to Sonic for half an hour for Eric's break and I'll be free. Maybe by around 5 or 6."
"Well when are you going to do it?"
*sigh* "I just told you. Around 5 or 6."
"Alright, well do it."
"Okay."
I hang up.
Five minutes later, she calls back.
"Hey ."
"What."
"Don't answer me like that."
*Sigh*
"Don't start huffin' and puffin' at me either."
"Look, don't tell me how to talk and don't tell me how to breathe. I'm driving and I don't need to be distracted by you calling me again. What do you need?"
"Well you just forget it, chick."
"Well fine. Not like /I/ needed you to go do me a damn favor."
"I just wanted to know if you were going to go do it for me."
"I already told you. Yes."
"Well do you want directions?"
"Yes, I was going to call you back for that later."
"Well "
"Kay. I'll do it."
"Okay, I'll call you later to see for sure what time you're going."
"Don't. I'll be driving. I'll call you when I'm out that way."
"Okay. But don't you talk to me like that on the phone again."
"Look, mom. I said 'what'. If you don't want me to be ill when I answer the phone, don't call me repeatedly in a short period of time when you KNOW I'm driving."
"Well you still don't have to talk to me like that."
"One, I wasn't being rude. I just said 'what'. And two, I don't tell you how to talk, so don't tell me how to talk. I don't tell you how to breathe, so don't bitch me out every time I sigh."
At this point, she randomly got pissed and dropped her voice into that dangerous "angry" tone.
"Well you listen here, You can say whatever you want but you just wait til next time YOU want something. I kid you not chicko, I won't take that crap from you."
We exchanged some choice words and hung up. At this point, I decided, I was NOT going to get any damn thing for her. She can be a bitch to me, but I certainly won't help her out afterward. So I went home, silenced my phone and went to take a nap. Fuck her.
*back to present*
So she starts into this whole guilt trip. She is clever at wording these things. "You know, Vanessa sent out a search party for you the other night."
"Hmm?"
"She called and was worried because she waited and waited and she just KNEW you wouldn't leave your mother hanging and not go get her what she needed."
"Don't start this bullshit guilt tripping with me mom. I had my reasons and you damn well know what they are."
"Well you at least could have called and told me you weren't going to do it."
"And you could at least have some respect but you don't. You have NO respect for me or my life choices and you treat me like shit over it. I'm sorry if I refuse to bow down and serve to someone who treats me like that. And don't act like I don't normally do as much anyway. I have ALWAYS been there for you. HAVEN'T I?"
"I have always been there for you too."
"HAVEN'T I?"
"Yes, you have but I have been there for you too! For everything you ever needed!"
"Right. That's why I have the deed to my house like you promised."
I start to walk away.
" YOU changed your NAME!"
I turn back. "So I guess that means I'm not the same person anymore eh? Well enough. I've been told too many times that I'm like you in ways. I'm glad I'm not that person anymore. But you know what, mom? If THAT is your reason for treating me like this, because I DID something to make my life better and MAKE ME HAPPY, then you do not now and never have loved me. Good day."
I gave my sister a hug and walked back into my house.
That's the end of that. I need nothing from her. The next time she asks me for anything, anything at all, I'll remind her that I'm not that same person she used to rely on. I'm not her child whom she loves and respects and is loved and respected by in return. I'm just a happy man living with my happy husband, enjoying my deviant gay life and smiling more now than I ever did when I was that person she knew in the past. I'll remind her that it does no good to call me and ask for because I'm Arsiei Rei Darksbane and if she can't respect me enough to even TRY to call me that, then I will not fucking answer to her as just because she thinks that makes it easier for HER.(Of course, fuck it if its ten times more painful for me.)
I will not be subject to this bullshit any damn longer.
That's it.
I wash my hands of her.
-Arsiei Rei Darksbane-
I guess I can see the resemblance... *chuckles weakly* She's a flaming bitch, and I'm a flamy gay boi. *cackles maniacally*
You know what? Its not music, tv, games or magazines that make kids do stupid shit like the shootings at Columbine and bullshit like that. Its parents who treat their kids like shit and can't even put their own desires aside long enough to momentarily consider their child's feelings or the thought, the minute possibility that MAYBE just fucking MAYBE their child has half a clue about what they want.
This is what makes me hate. I hate stupidity. Not lack of intelligence or ignorance... just ... stupid BULLSHIT like this.
So I walked out to see who knocked. She's over at the pear tree. I yell "Did you knock?" She yells back "Yes."
"Well, c'mere."
"No."
"Then why'd you knock??"
"Jill wanted you."
"Where's Jill then?"
"She's getting me a bag for these pears."
I walk over to the bush by my truck and start ripping off long limbs (it grows really quick and scratches my truck when I pull in if I don't keep it under control.) and wait. Jill comes down. I pick her up, spin her around and laugh, happy to see my lil sis. She yells 'Sissy!' and that name I hate... and I wish so much I could sit down with her and tell her the truth. I walk over to my mom with Jill to pick her up to get a pear. Mom starts bitching me out over a recent incident.
*Flashback*
I'm driving to Jasper to deal with some important business. Mom calls "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, driving, doing errands. Why?"
"Can you do something for me?"
"Depends. What is it?"
"Go to Vanessa's and get something for me."
"...Yeah sure. When I get done, but it'll be a bit."
"What're you doing?"
"Running errands."
"Well how long?"
"I don't know. I have to take this movie back to blockbuster, run back to Forestdale, go to my doctor, give him my name change info, get my prescriptions rewritten, drive back to sumiton, give my prescriptions to Ken and then put my zyrtec prescription in my mail order package to send to canada and take that to the post office and get to the bank before 4. Then I have to go to Sonic for half an hour for Eric's break and I'll be free. Maybe by around 5 or 6."
"Well when are you going to do it?"
*sigh* "I just told you. Around 5 or 6."
"Alright, well do it."
"Okay."
I hang up.
Five minutes later, she calls back.
"Hey ."
"What."
"Don't answer me like that."
*Sigh*
"Don't start huffin' and puffin' at me either."
"Look, don't tell me how to talk and don't tell me how to breathe. I'm driving and I don't need to be distracted by you calling me again. What do you need?"
"Well you just forget it, chick."
"Well fine. Not like /I/ needed you to go do me a damn favor."
"I just wanted to know if you were going to go do it for me."
"I already told you. Yes."
"Well do you want directions?"
"Yes, I was going to call you back for that later."
"Well "
"Kay. I'll do it."
"Okay, I'll call you later to see for sure what time you're going."
"Don't. I'll be driving. I'll call you when I'm out that way."
"Okay. But don't you talk to me like that on the phone again."
"Look, mom. I said 'what'. If you don't want me to be ill when I answer the phone, don't call me repeatedly in a short period of time when you KNOW I'm driving."
"Well you still don't have to talk to me like that."
"One, I wasn't being rude. I just said 'what'. And two, I don't tell you how to talk, so don't tell me how to talk. I don't tell you how to breathe, so don't bitch me out every time I sigh."
At this point, she randomly got pissed and dropped her voice into that dangerous "angry" tone.
"Well you listen here, You can say whatever you want but you just wait til next time YOU want something. I kid you not chicko, I won't take that crap from you."
We exchanged some choice words and hung up. At this point, I decided, I was NOT going to get any damn thing for her. She can be a bitch to me, but I certainly won't help her out afterward. So I went home, silenced my phone and went to take a nap. Fuck her.
*back to present*
So she starts into this whole guilt trip. She is clever at wording these things. "You know, Vanessa sent out a search party for you the other night."
"Hmm?"
"She called and was worried because she waited and waited and she just KNEW you wouldn't leave your mother hanging and not go get her what she needed."
"Don't start this bullshit guilt tripping with me mom. I had my reasons and you damn well know what they are."
"Well you at least could have called and told me you weren't going to do it."
"And you could at least have some respect but you don't. You have NO respect for me or my life choices and you treat me like shit over it. I'm sorry if I refuse to bow down and serve to someone who treats me like that. And don't act like I don't normally do as much anyway. I have ALWAYS been there for you. HAVEN'T I?"
"I have always been there for you too."
"HAVEN'T I?"
"Yes, you have but I have been there for you too! For everything you ever needed!"
"Right. That's why I have the deed to my house like you promised."
I start to walk away.
" YOU changed your NAME!"
I turn back. "So I guess that means I'm not the same person anymore eh? Well enough. I've been told too many times that I'm like you in ways. I'm glad I'm not that person anymore. But you know what, mom? If THAT is your reason for treating me like this, because I DID something to make my life better and MAKE ME HAPPY, then you do not now and never have loved me. Good day."
I gave my sister a hug and walked back into my house.
That's the end of that. I need nothing from her. The next time she asks me for anything, anything at all, I'll remind her that I'm not that same person she used to rely on. I'm not her child whom she loves and respects and is loved and respected by in return. I'm just a happy man living with my happy husband, enjoying my deviant gay life and smiling more now than I ever did when I was that person she knew in the past. I'll remind her that it does no good to call me and ask for because I'm Arsiei Rei Darksbane and if she can't respect me enough to even TRY to call me that, then I will not fucking answer to her as just because she thinks that makes it easier for HER.(Of course, fuck it if its ten times more painful for me.)
I will not be subject to this bullshit any damn longer.
That's it.
I wash my hands of her.
-Arsiei Rei Darksbane-