Showdown at the not so OK corrall...
Last night was a mess! After working all day, I went to my mom's house, at her request ,to take her grocery shopping. When I got there she said she really didn't feel like going anywhere and would I please just buy her groceries for her? She gave me her coupons and list and I took Matthew and Chelsea and we went to Safeway. After four phone calls trying to make sure we bought the correct things, and an hour we finished and started home. I had purchased a sanwich for Matt for helping me out and he purchased some deli items to go with it.
I dropped him off and was on my way home, happily talking to Melissa when my mom's phone number kept popping in on my phone. After Melissa was finished I recalled the number and it was Matthew, seeking help. Apparently, after he had carried all the groceries in and was putting them away, my mom left the T.V. long enough to look into his bag of dinner. Then she asked where "her" sandwich was. Matthew tried to explain that we had no idea she wanted one, and that we had purchased everything on her list, but she went ballistic saying that " No one ever thinks about me." "They ( me and Scott) go out all the time and never bring me anything." (Coincidently, I had just baked her a pineapple upside down cake and given it to her when I picked up her grocery list). Then she started ragging on Matthew, saying that he never does anything to help out, when he had taken days off work and school the last time she got sick while I was in Utah.
I had just had it. I turned my car around and went back to pick up Matthew to bring him home with me. When I arrived, my mother totally denied that she had said anything , She claimed Matthew was lying. I told her that I didn't believe her because she often says mean things to me and my children and then denies doing so because the behavior is embarrassing to her. Then she said I was lying. After that many things were said. She faked crying, until I told her I wasn't going to buy into her guilt trip this time and that she was not going to hurt my children the way she hurts me. That got her attention. She raised her head out of her hands ( not a single tear was present) and she denied ever hurting anyone. She played the helpless, old woman card, and I rejected it . She said, "that's it, I'm moving." "I said fine....move if you can... so where are you going and how will you get there?"
She said in another phony crying act, " so you have me where you want me..." That was it for me... waaaaayyy tooo much drama!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I firmly said, " Yes, I guess I do, I "have" you in a beautiful three bedroom home where I do all the work inside and out for you. You are in a quiet safe neighborhood, and my children look in on you everyday.... I find it hard to feel sorry for your situation." She sat up...stunned, and I said goodbye and left. Maybe I should feel guilty but I don't . I didn't say anything I am sorry for. She has been so negative and rude and selfish for so long. It is time I stood up to her, and the threat of someone hurting my "kid" it what it took. I did not go there today. I made Scott pick up Chelsea, and I went shopping with my friend Barbara. I got phone calls from Melissa, Ross and Darilyn. And Matt saw the Missionaries today. I'd say I am STILL a very lucky woman!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I dropped him off and was on my way home, happily talking to Melissa when my mom's phone number kept popping in on my phone. After Melissa was finished I recalled the number and it was Matthew, seeking help. Apparently, after he had carried all the groceries in and was putting them away, my mom left the T.V. long enough to look into his bag of dinner. Then she asked where "her" sandwich was. Matthew tried to explain that we had no idea she wanted one, and that we had purchased everything on her list, but she went ballistic saying that " No one ever thinks about me." "They ( me and Scott) go out all the time and never bring me anything." (Coincidently, I had just baked her a pineapple upside down cake and given it to her when I picked up her grocery list). Then she started ragging on Matthew, saying that he never does anything to help out, when he had taken days off work and school the last time she got sick while I was in Utah.
I had just had it. I turned my car around and went back to pick up Matthew to bring him home with me. When I arrived, my mother totally denied that she had said anything , She claimed Matthew was lying. I told her that I didn't believe her because she often says mean things to me and my children and then denies doing so because the behavior is embarrassing to her. Then she said I was lying. After that many things were said. She faked crying, until I told her I wasn't going to buy into her guilt trip this time and that she was not going to hurt my children the way she hurts me. That got her attention. She raised her head out of her hands ( not a single tear was present) and she denied ever hurting anyone. She played the helpless, old woman card, and I rejected it . She said, "that's it, I'm moving." "I said fine....move if you can... so where are you going and how will you get there?"
She said in another phony crying act, " so you have me where you want me..." That was it for me... waaaaayyy tooo much drama!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I firmly said, " Yes, I guess I do, I "have" you in a beautiful three bedroom home where I do all the work inside and out for you. You are in a quiet safe neighborhood, and my children look in on you everyday.... I find it hard to feel sorry for your situation." She sat up...stunned, and I said goodbye and left. Maybe I should feel guilty but I don't . I didn't say anything I am sorry for. She has been so negative and rude and selfish for so long. It is time I stood up to her, and the threat of someone hurting my "kid" it what it took. I did not go there today. I made Scott pick up Chelsea, and I went shopping with my friend Barbara. I got phone calls from Melissa, Ross and Darilyn. And Matt saw the Missionaries today. I'd say I am STILL a very lucky woman!!!!!!!!!!!!!