Ummm, yeah....
Sooo...I have a date tomorrow with my sister's ex, haha. I mean, they broke up after a week, and it was when she was 16. He and I ended up working together when I was back in Maine after YAs, but he was seeing someone and has a daughter. Should be interesting, but he's a nice, fun guy.
Also got to see Mike a few times, which was GLORIOUS. After the hellish day I had Saturday, it was great to come home to messages from him asking me if I wanted to hang out...granted it's been planned for months, lol. I drove to his house that night and we watched Anchorman...meaning we talked the entire time. I saw him again Sunday morning at church.
My best friend drove up from Jersey to surprise me!!!! I haven't seen her since June of last year. She came over when I first got home, we popped in a VHS of MST3k and promptly zonked out, lol. Last night we watched the Shatner roast together.
As far as Saturday...mother effer. I've put up with my grandmother's constant digs at me for 21 years...all us grandkids have. Things were going well, I hadn't seen her in about a year, and I spent two days up at Moosehead with she and my parents. Well, we were eating dinner and out of left field she started attacking me. I was talking to my parents about grad school, and the options available for how I wanted to go about getting my Masters. Earlier that day she'd insulted the color I dyed my hair, which I shrugged off as her being a bitch. All of a sudden she starts going after the fact that I want to head west for grad school, telling me my parents aren't always going to support me and I need to get a grip on reality, making me sound like an ungrateful, unintelligent flake. It doesn't sound so bad typing it out, but it's been culminating for years and I finally snapped. God gave me patience...granted I had a death grip on the table to not get up and leave, and clenched my jaw so as to not say anything I'd regret. My parents and I excused ourselves, I swore I wouldn't cry...I didn't til Mum asked if I was alright. I just wanted to leave. I stayed upstairs and heard grandma talking to my parents. She told Mum she was sorry she'd upset everyone, but it was "silly" for me to be thinking about that stuff. Then went on to say "Even when she was younger, if she heard something she didn't like, she didn't handle it well." I'm a VERY easy going person, and I let a LOT slide off my back, but I almost jumped down that flight of steps, and I've never wanted to punch someone so badly. How sad is that!?! I want to punch my grandmother!?! an 84 year old, 5 foot tall woman.
I heard my Dad talking to her, and for the first time he's stood up for me to her. I understand he's between a rock and a hardplace...because she IS his mother, but he said she was attacking me, and he needed to defend me. He said I'm smart, honest, I wear my heart on my sleeve and when she talks to me, she talks down to me. He made her apologize. Her apology was "Are you mad at me? I'm sorry...do you accept my apology?" I nodded, even though I didn't accept it and this is what came after "Life's too short for you to be angry with me. I just don't want you to have dreams [I shit you not, she actually said that!] You're so flighty and you pick from here, and here and here and you need a foundation. Life's too short for you to be angry with me, and in a few years you'll realize that this wasn't bad advice."
Well, we ended up leaving a few hours before we'd originally said and I rode home with Dad, because I haven't seen him much due to working. He said if I never want to see her again, it's alright with him, because I shouldn't have to put up with those kind of attacks when I went out of my way to visit her. It just sucks, because I should enjoy being around my grandmother...Grandma Iris is freaking amazing and I LOVE spending time with her...I have to emotionally prepare myself to visit my Dad's mom and I can't do it anymore. So yeah...I won't be seeing her for a long while. I'm done with being ripped apart, torn down and just hurt by that woman. Since I can remember she's taken digs at my appearance (and Beth's, Leah's and Mum's)...she constantly brings up my Dad's first wife in front of my mother, talking about how beautiful/thin she was (hmmm...funny how she fails to mention that the lady cheated on my father...). Yeah, I don't need to subject myself to that and I refuse to go out of my way to see her anymore.
Heading back to K-town on Saturday. Justin's picking me up from the airport, which will be nice. I haven't seen him since June and he's always good for gripping conversation and coffee :)
Also got to see Mike a few times, which was GLORIOUS. After the hellish day I had Saturday, it was great to come home to messages from him asking me if I wanted to hang out...granted it's been planned for months, lol. I drove to his house that night and we watched Anchorman...meaning we talked the entire time. I saw him again Sunday morning at church.
My best friend drove up from Jersey to surprise me!!!! I haven't seen her since June of last year. She came over when I first got home, we popped in a VHS of MST3k and promptly zonked out, lol. Last night we watched the Shatner roast together.
As far as Saturday...mother effer. I've put up with my grandmother's constant digs at me for 21 years...all us grandkids have. Things were going well, I hadn't seen her in about a year, and I spent two days up at Moosehead with she and my parents. Well, we were eating dinner and out of left field she started attacking me. I was talking to my parents about grad school, and the options available for how I wanted to go about getting my Masters. Earlier that day she'd insulted the color I dyed my hair, which I shrugged off as her being a bitch. All of a sudden she starts going after the fact that I want to head west for grad school, telling me my parents aren't always going to support me and I need to get a grip on reality, making me sound like an ungrateful, unintelligent flake. It doesn't sound so bad typing it out, but it's been culminating for years and I finally snapped. God gave me patience...granted I had a death grip on the table to not get up and leave, and clenched my jaw so as to not say anything I'd regret. My parents and I excused ourselves, I swore I wouldn't cry...I didn't til Mum asked if I was alright. I just wanted to leave. I stayed upstairs and heard grandma talking to my parents. She told Mum she was sorry she'd upset everyone, but it was "silly" for me to be thinking about that stuff. Then went on to say "Even when she was younger, if she heard something she didn't like, she didn't handle it well." I'm a VERY easy going person, and I let a LOT slide off my back, but I almost jumped down that flight of steps, and I've never wanted to punch someone so badly. How sad is that!?! I want to punch my grandmother!?! an 84 year old, 5 foot tall woman.
I heard my Dad talking to her, and for the first time he's stood up for me to her. I understand he's between a rock and a hardplace...because she IS his mother, but he said she was attacking me, and he needed to defend me. He said I'm smart, honest, I wear my heart on my sleeve and when she talks to me, she talks down to me. He made her apologize. Her apology was "Are you mad at me? I'm sorry...do you accept my apology?" I nodded, even though I didn't accept it and this is what came after "Life's too short for you to be angry with me. I just don't want you to have dreams [I shit you not, she actually said that!] You're so flighty and you pick from here, and here and here and you need a foundation. Life's too short for you to be angry with me, and in a few years you'll realize that this wasn't bad advice."
Well, we ended up leaving a few hours before we'd originally said and I rode home with Dad, because I haven't seen him much due to working. He said if I never want to see her again, it's alright with him, because I shouldn't have to put up with those kind of attacks when I went out of my way to visit her. It just sucks, because I should enjoy being around my grandmother...Grandma Iris is freaking amazing and I LOVE spending time with her...I have to emotionally prepare myself to visit my Dad's mom and I can't do it anymore. So yeah...I won't be seeing her for a long while. I'm done with being ripped apart, torn down and just hurt by that woman. Since I can remember she's taken digs at my appearance (and Beth's, Leah's and Mum's)...she constantly brings up my Dad's first wife in front of my mother, talking about how beautiful/thin she was (hmmm...funny how she fails to mention that the lady cheated on my father...). Yeah, I don't need to subject myself to that and I refuse to go out of my way to see her anymore.
Heading back to K-town on Saturday. Justin's picking me up from the airport, which will be nice. I haven't seen him since June and he's always good for gripping conversation and coffee :)