Cockroaches
If you know me, I'm not a violent person. I'm relatively passive, actually. I may be kinda loud, but I rarely find fault with a person to the point where I have incredibly strong urges to mess them up. So yeah, in case you haven't gathered this yet, I'm fucking pissed off with someone right now who just blew my last nerve. Here's the story:
It's early January when my grandmother sits me down at the kitchen table and tells me that Hans' mother called up. Apparently that woman wanted to conspire with my grandmother to get Hans and I to go to prom together. Now, let me tell you something about proms - I've been to one, and it was fun, but there were 2 things that were different at the time: for one, I was with my boyfriend at the time, and another was that he was okay with the fact that I didn't want to go jump around in the middle of a 2 sq foot dance floor with 400 people grinding with any and everything surrounding them. This time? I'm in a relationship with someone else and Hans would drag me right into the middle of it and get offended and probably cry if I didn't (crowds and heat make me kinda sick). I didn't want to go to this thing in the first place. Everyone knew that. I told my grandmother, I told Hans, I told his MOTHER. Everyone. And no one listened to me, naturally.
So Grammy encourages me to say 'yes' in the event that Hans asks me.
Early February. Dave and I had just broken up a few days ago. I was going to the district band concert at Upper Darby to see my friends and family perform. Cool stuff.. that is, until after the concert when Hans approaches me. When he asked me to go with him to prom, his mother and little brother were standing 3 feet away with these stupid grins on their faces that screamed "say 'no', and he'll cry. It'll be all your fault. But that's up to you. Make a grown boy lose all hope in life if you don't say 'yes'." They're masters of guilt, but I'll get to that later. So I say 'yes'. Hans is happy, his mother's happy, Kurt is happy. I feel like shit.
About a month and a half go by and we're all in Hawaii. I had been struggling with what to do about this so far as my actual boyfriend was concerned because I didn't know how to explain this to him, and all the while Beast Van Mol was following me EVERYWHERE and never shutting up about how cute Hans and I were together (or something sickening like that). She even had the gaul to tell my grandmother that we were holding hands on the trip, which was terrible since it made my grandmother think that I was actually interested in him. Ugh. It was awful. But the BEST part was April Fool's Day. She and Kurt encourage Hans to play this godawful, cruel prank on me. I retaliated by giving him the silent treatment for the day, but apparently THEY'RE the only ones entitled to play pranks. That evening, Beast Van Mol corners me at the dance and gives me the whole "you hurt my baby's feelings" and "I can't believe you'd do something that cruel" and all that shit. She's so manipulative and evil! But I bought it. I apologized for it when I wasn't the one at fault. Oh, but that was just the beginning of my frustration - it just built from there.
I know it's wrong to build myself as the victim, but there was nowhere else to go at this point. It was all the fault of Hans' mother. I don't blame him past the whole guilt-by-association thing. But it was getting out of hand. I approached him today and tried to come up with some sort of excuse as to why I couldn't go with him. Bad move, apparently. I didn't do a particularly good job since I wasn't straightforward. I told him that I didn't want to go because I was afraid of hurting Ben's feelings. Granted that was partially true, but again, the main reason is because I didn't want to go in the first place. He said "okay, we'll talk about this later." I thought that meant we'd talk about it later. So much for that.
Later that evening, the telephone rings. Grammy answers it. Twenty minutes later, she's calling for me from the bottom of the stairs, out of breath and extremely upset. Apparently it was Beast Van Mol calling to curse off my grandmother for her "bad parenting" and all that. Sent Grammy into hysterics and she was so upset over it. So was I. I wanted to destroy this woman. I still do, frankly. She deserves to be thrown off a cliff for what she did to my grandmother. What the Beast should've done was yelled at ME. THAT would've been understandable, but to drag my grandmother into this? That was sick and low. But lower still was Hans - after my grandmother treated him so kindly for so long, you'd think he'd stop his mother from doing something that fucking stupid. But no, he's just as much a lowlife as his mother. Freaks, all of them. That whole family is made of manipulative, self-centered fuckers. And I hate them for what they did to her. I don't care about what they say to me, but that last scene was absolutely unforgivable.
I guess that's all I have to say. It was pretty awful, and I just needed to get it out. God, I hate people like that..
It's early January when my grandmother sits me down at the kitchen table and tells me that Hans' mother called up. Apparently that woman wanted to conspire with my grandmother to get Hans and I to go to prom together. Now, let me tell you something about proms - I've been to one, and it was fun, but there were 2 things that were different at the time: for one, I was with my boyfriend at the time, and another was that he was okay with the fact that I didn't want to go jump around in the middle of a 2 sq foot dance floor with 400 people grinding with any and everything surrounding them. This time? I'm in a relationship with someone else and Hans would drag me right into the middle of it and get offended and probably cry if I didn't (crowds and heat make me kinda sick). I didn't want to go to this thing in the first place. Everyone knew that. I told my grandmother, I told Hans, I told his MOTHER. Everyone. And no one listened to me, naturally.
So Grammy encourages me to say 'yes' in the event that Hans asks me.
Early February. Dave and I had just broken up a few days ago. I was going to the district band concert at Upper Darby to see my friends and family perform. Cool stuff.. that is, until after the concert when Hans approaches me. When he asked me to go with him to prom, his mother and little brother were standing 3 feet away with these stupid grins on their faces that screamed "say 'no', and he'll cry. It'll be all your fault. But that's up to you. Make a grown boy lose all hope in life if you don't say 'yes'." They're masters of guilt, but I'll get to that later. So I say 'yes'. Hans is happy, his mother's happy, Kurt is happy. I feel like shit.
About a month and a half go by and we're all in Hawaii. I had been struggling with what to do about this so far as my actual boyfriend was concerned because I didn't know how to explain this to him, and all the while Beast Van Mol was following me EVERYWHERE and never shutting up about how cute Hans and I were together (or something sickening like that). She even had the gaul to tell my grandmother that we were holding hands on the trip, which was terrible since it made my grandmother think that I was actually interested in him. Ugh. It was awful. But the BEST part was April Fool's Day. She and Kurt encourage Hans to play this godawful, cruel prank on me. I retaliated by giving him the silent treatment for the day, but apparently THEY'RE the only ones entitled to play pranks. That evening, Beast Van Mol corners me at the dance and gives me the whole "you hurt my baby's feelings" and "I can't believe you'd do something that cruel" and all that shit. She's so manipulative and evil! But I bought it. I apologized for it when I wasn't the one at fault. Oh, but that was just the beginning of my frustration - it just built from there.
I know it's wrong to build myself as the victim, but there was nowhere else to go at this point. It was all the fault of Hans' mother. I don't blame him past the whole guilt-by-association thing. But it was getting out of hand. I approached him today and tried to come up with some sort of excuse as to why I couldn't go with him. Bad move, apparently. I didn't do a particularly good job since I wasn't straightforward. I told him that I didn't want to go because I was afraid of hurting Ben's feelings. Granted that was partially true, but again, the main reason is because I didn't want to go in the first place. He said "okay, we'll talk about this later." I thought that meant we'd talk about it later. So much for that.
Later that evening, the telephone rings. Grammy answers it. Twenty minutes later, she's calling for me from the bottom of the stairs, out of breath and extremely upset. Apparently it was Beast Van Mol calling to curse off my grandmother for her "bad parenting" and all that. Sent Grammy into hysterics and she was so upset over it. So was I. I wanted to destroy this woman. I still do, frankly. She deserves to be thrown off a cliff for what she did to my grandmother. What the Beast should've done was yelled at ME. THAT would've been understandable, but to drag my grandmother into this? That was sick and low. But lower still was Hans - after my grandmother treated him so kindly for so long, you'd think he'd stop his mother from doing something that fucking stupid. But no, he's just as much a lowlife as his mother. Freaks, all of them. That whole family is made of manipulative, self-centered fuckers. And I hate them for what they did to her. I don't care about what they say to me, but that last scene was absolutely unforgivable.
I guess that's all I have to say. It was pretty awful, and I just needed to get it out. God, I hate people like that..