Day 3 - Maryland
I'm safe at grandma's house now.
The drive with mom & dad from Boston to Columbia, MD was no worse than expected--a lot of fighting and angry words, but I made it out alive. The upside to having dad around was that mom and I ended up arguing with each other far less than usual.
I'm amazed New Englanders aren't fatter. It seems all they eat are donuts & coffee. Everywhere we went was donuts and coffee. And there was almost nothing non-artery clogging to eat at the gas station we stopped off at. Just chips and ice cream and cookies and candy bars. And, of course, donuts and coffee.
I was so relieved to get to grandma's. I was so happy to see her, I've not seen her in many years. She was cooking dinner for us, so I got lots of good stuff to eat. Mom lightened up on the picking fights with dad in front of grandma, well for a few...minutes at least, and all was good, for a little while.
I've retreated to my room now. Dad's outside telling grandma his crazy stuff about how some of our relatives are going to die because they don't respect him, and how the hurricane was to punish black people for taking action against his house (largely-black neighborhood homeowners' association put lien on our house), because New Orleans is the black "headquarters". I am going to kill myself out of shame. Hmmm...wonder how dad will construe my death. Would it shake him up enough to think that maybe not all deaths are specially made for his benefit? Or will he just think I deserve it because I don't respect him enough? Actually, he will probably say I *had* to die and make up some mystical reason about how my death is a sacrifice I made to bring him greater powers, or something. Ick. Can't kill myself anymore. And I feel sorry for grandma.
Had one happy family moment last night at the hotel though. Dad went out and bought ribs, fries, rolls and a salad and the three of us sat around at the dressing table eating it, after some totally pointless yelling about it by mom. I knew she would acquiese, she likes food--especially ribs--too much. I ate the salad. Ribs aren't my thing. So there was about 15 minutes where my family at last was eating peacefully (well, silently at least) together, and I felt all warm and fuzzy and pretended I was an only child with normal parents, and that this was our normal family scene.
Mom, Dad and I will probably drive over to our house, where dad is currently living alone, in Upper Marlboro tomorrow or Saturday. I wonder if my old room is still the same.
Here is a picture of me, naked. Just kidding. Almost made you want to click the link though, huh? Or not. Anyway, it's a picture of the Delaware Memorial Bridge that I took from the car, we had to pay toll on it. I think we paid $20 in toll for the entire 7-8 hour trip down. Sheesh.
--Sandra
The drive with mom & dad from Boston to Columbia, MD was no worse than expected--a lot of fighting and angry words, but I made it out alive. The upside to having dad around was that mom and I ended up arguing with each other far less than usual.
I'm amazed New Englanders aren't fatter. It seems all they eat are donuts & coffee. Everywhere we went was donuts and coffee. And there was almost nothing non-artery clogging to eat at the gas station we stopped off at. Just chips and ice cream and cookies and candy bars. And, of course, donuts and coffee.
I was so relieved to get to grandma's. I was so happy to see her, I've not seen her in many years. She was cooking dinner for us, so I got lots of good stuff to eat. Mom lightened up on the picking fights with dad in front of grandma, well for a few...minutes at least, and all was good, for a little while.
I've retreated to my room now. Dad's outside telling grandma his crazy stuff about how some of our relatives are going to die because they don't respect him, and how the hurricane was to punish black people for taking action against his house (largely-black neighborhood homeowners' association put lien on our house), because New Orleans is the black "headquarters". I am going to kill myself out of shame. Hmmm...wonder how dad will construe my death. Would it shake him up enough to think that maybe not all deaths are specially made for his benefit? Or will he just think I deserve it because I don't respect him enough? Actually, he will probably say I *had* to die and make up some mystical reason about how my death is a sacrifice I made to bring him greater powers, or something. Ick. Can't kill myself anymore. And I feel sorry for grandma.
Had one happy family moment last night at the hotel though. Dad went out and bought ribs, fries, rolls and a salad and the three of us sat around at the dressing table eating it, after some totally pointless yelling about it by mom. I knew she would acquiese, she likes food--especially ribs--too much. I ate the salad. Ribs aren't my thing. So there was about 15 minutes where my family at last was eating peacefully (well, silently at least) together, and I felt all warm and fuzzy and pretended I was an only child with normal parents, and that this was our normal family scene.
Mom, Dad and I will probably drive over to our house, where dad is currently living alone, in Upper Marlboro tomorrow or Saturday. I wonder if my old room is still the same.
Here is a picture of me, naked. Just kidding. Almost made you want to click the link though, huh? Or not. Anyway, it's a picture of the Delaware Memorial Bridge that I took from the car, we had to pay toll on it. I think we paid $20 in toll for the entire 7-8 hour trip down. Sheesh.
--Sandra