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MY. MOTHER.
I was going to do a nice sweet lovely "oops?" post about how I again neglected the internet for another week and how work was going.
SCRATCH THAT.
GRAH!!
Mother calls me some small time ago saying "I think I need to sleep on your couch tonight."
I am very "Uh, I'd rather you didn't."
Reasoning: A) I do not need my mother peering over my shoulder at everything (notgetting)done in MY FUCKING HOUSE. B) I'd rather she and Dad fucking TALK about whatever the HELL IT IS that pissed her off THIS TIME. C) It's after 4PM, so she's been drinking, which means she's NOT IN HER RIGHT MIND. D) NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!
Suffice to say not half an hour later:
"So it looks like you're getting a houseguest."
"Uh..."
"With the two dogs."
I was looking for a way to politely tell my mother she's not welcome and was thoroughly prepared for a guilt-trip. Thank you dogs for being the BANE of my existance.
"NO. You are NOT bringing the dogs."
"Well too bad because we're on the highway and we're on our way and we don't know anyone and--"
I stopped listening at that point, held the phone away from my ear and let her go before hanging up about a minute into the tangent where she declared (and will likely forget) that from now on I'll be paying my own car payments, thnxmuch (NB: I wanted to trade Jenny in for a cheaper, more fuel efficient CAR CAR in July, but the ENTIRE FAMILY talked me out of it, and Dad said he'd take over the payments because I had so many other bills to juggle and I was sick and he wanted me driving a car that was safe and I knew like the back of my hand), "starting in, um... September" (is that this one or the one next year that that long thoughtful pause existed?), and if I had a problem with it I should take it up with Dad.
Um?
Hello?
HELLO!?! WHO is it that's having a problem with Dad tonight? I'll give you a hint:
IT'S NOT ME!!!!
I didn't answer when she called back, and just sat and listened to her message which insisted I had a really good idea somewhere in there but I was still paying for my car because I wasn't letting her sleep on my couch with her two dogs which I will not allow in my house (knowing her, she'd try to commandeer either my bed or Uny's, neither of which is acceptable, and then she'd reproach me for my poor hygenic habits and this and that and the other fucking thing).
God fucking damned fucking fucking fuck.
~___~
Suffice to say I called Qui to scream at the top of my lungs for a minute.
Notagoodidea.
Background information for those playing along:
-Today I got my first sore throat since May.
-Every time my face seized up and I got Bell's/GBS/WHATEVER IT IS, I had a sore throat/was losing my voice the week before.
-Can now not talk at all without my voice dropping to a whisper immediately.
I'm now terrified that my mother's been drinking and I made the wrong choice by making the right choice and she's driving impaired and enraged and she's going to get in a crash and die, because I have chosen not to enable her absurdly stupid habits.
And then I'm terrified twice as much as I was when I came home this afternoon because I don't want a relapse.
;_;
I'm in tears. I need a person.
Uny, drive safely, but get her quickly, please?
Please?!
I was going to do a nice sweet lovely "oops?" post about how I again neglected the internet for another week and how work was going.
SCRATCH THAT.
GRAH!!
Mother calls me some small time ago saying "I think I need to sleep on your couch tonight."
I am very "Uh, I'd rather you didn't."
Reasoning: A) I do not need my mother peering over my shoulder at everything (notgetting)done in MY FUCKING HOUSE. B) I'd rather she and Dad fucking TALK about whatever the HELL IT IS that pissed her off THIS TIME. C) It's after 4PM, so she's been drinking, which means she's NOT IN HER RIGHT MIND. D) NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO!!
Suffice to say not half an hour later:
"So it looks like you're getting a houseguest."
"Uh..."
"With the two dogs."
I was looking for a way to politely tell my mother she's not welcome and was thoroughly prepared for a guilt-trip. Thank you dogs for being the BANE of my existance.
"NO. You are NOT bringing the dogs."
"Well too bad because we're on the highway and we're on our way and we don't know anyone and--"
I stopped listening at that point, held the phone away from my ear and let her go before hanging up about a minute into the tangent where she declared (and will likely forget) that from now on I'll be paying my own car payments, thnxmuch (NB: I wanted to trade Jenny in for a cheaper, more fuel efficient CAR CAR in July, but the ENTIRE FAMILY talked me out of it, and Dad said he'd take over the payments because I had so many other bills to juggle and I was sick and he wanted me driving a car that was safe and I knew like the back of my hand), "starting in, um... September" (is that this one or the one next year that that long thoughtful pause existed?), and if I had a problem with it I should take it up with Dad.
Um?
Hello?
HELLO!?! WHO is it that's having a problem with Dad tonight? I'll give you a hint:
IT'S NOT ME!!!!
I didn't answer when she called back, and just sat and listened to her message which insisted I had a really good idea somewhere in there but I was still paying for my car because I wasn't letting her sleep on my couch with her two dogs which I will not allow in my house (knowing her, she'd try to commandeer either my bed or Uny's, neither of which is acceptable, and then she'd reproach me for my poor hygenic habits and this and that and the other fucking thing).
God fucking damned fucking fucking fuck.
~___~
Suffice to say I called Qui to scream at the top of my lungs for a minute.
Notagoodidea.
Background information for those playing along:
-Today I got my first sore throat since May.
-Every time my face seized up and I got Bell's/GBS/WHATEVER IT IS, I had a sore throat/was losing my voice the week before.
-Can now not talk at all without my voice dropping to a whisper immediately.
I'm now terrified that my mother's been drinking and I made the wrong choice by making the right choice and she's driving impaired and enraged and she's going to get in a crash and die, because I have chosen not to enable her absurdly stupid habits.
And then I'm terrified twice as much as I was when I came home this afternoon because I don't want a relapse.
;_;
I'm in tears. I need a person.
Uny, drive safely, but get her quickly, please?
Please?!