girlfiend

My mother is coming over this afternoon to visit with the children (not me, of course) and to drop off a present from my aunt. My aunt, who does not have it in her to invite me to two holiday dinners in a row, bought me (or the kids?) a gift. My mother and her sister are not kind, thoughtful, or generous in spirit, but they have wallets. There is so much wrong with this. I can’t wait to see what she bought. Is it a gift card? Childrens clothing in all the wrong sizes? A vase? Oh, the anticipation. I am already drafting a thank you card.

I blink and it’s been a month and I haven’t posted anything, which is ridiculous because there are so many stories I want to tell and things I have to complain about.

Let’s start with my super awesome family. My lovely aunt, who has been a guest in my home for Thanksgiving for the last 5 years (scratch that. 4 years. she didn’t come the year she was fighting with my mother) did not invite me to her Thanksgiving dinner. She did invite my father. If my mother wasn’t the one who instructed her to leave us out she should have been the one to tell her to invite us. Outraged, as I’m always outraged when those assholes are involved, I told my father no, he was not going to her dinner he was going to B’s parents’ house with me. I specifically told him that he needed to back me up. I was not invited and he should support me. He was happy to go to Thanksgiving dinner with me but got a phone call that day telling him he was needed at my aunt’s for dessert. Boyfiend told him that the only reason they wanted him there was so he could give my (piece of shit, pussy) cousin and his wife a ride to the train station. My father said, no, he never gives them a ride to the station. Sure enough, he got there and probably didn’t even eat dessert before it was time to get them to the station. What a bunch of assholes.

Then my mother wants to come here to give my kids Hanukkah presents. My kids, because they are part of a package deal that includes me and my husband, are not welcome at her sister’s Thanksgiving dinner but she gets to waltz into my house any time she wants to see them. And then I’m in the position where it’s either yes, please shit all over me, or no, I am forbidding you from seeing your grandchildren. So she came and I hate her the end.

Only it’s not the end, because rather than rent a storage space to accommodate all of her things that can’t fit in her studio apartment now that she’s sold her house at the shore she’s decided to open a consignment shop. Who knows if she got permits, a business license, whatever. I know she got insurance in case of a slip and fall. She said she didn’t need to insure th inventory because people were giving her things they didn’t want anyway. I’m sure this is going to end badly for her. Anyway, she wanted me to bring the kids to the “grand opening” but she didn’t remind me and the day and I forgot about it. Then we get a fucking Kindle in the mail from her,a kindle for all of us,and I called to thank her and she hasn’t called back, probably mad that I missed her big day.

And what am I going to do with a Kindle? I can’t use it for library downloads and I’m way too cheap to buy digital books. Will Kindle ever be compatible with the Philadelphia Library? Is there are workaround? Can I mail it back and get Amazon credit without her knowing? Or do I just mail it back and be done with it? If I even wanted a reader I’d get a Nook because of the library thing. Or an Ipad. I could get behind an Ipad. But now I’ve got a Kindle that I don’t know what to do with and I still hate my mother, and I feel guilty for not making her a photo calendar this year, but not guilty enough to make her one now. She never appreciates our gifts anyway because we don’t have money to purchase her the expensive things she wants. The one year she wanted a $250 pants press so I bought her the fucking pants press and now it’s in my basement because she doesn’t need it. And then the Fiendling planted flowers in a pot he decorated for her for Mother’s Day and she left here twice. With the card unopened. He didn’t know why she didn’t take her present. I should have told him it was because she is a selfish, materialistic narcissist.

Then my dad called and told me that he saw my mother’s store and there is a lot of stuff in it and she wants to go to his place to get some of his things to sell. I said no, over my cold dead body, will I let her rifle through his things so she can sell them in her fucking store. I said under no circumstances is he to allow her to go through his home so she can sell off his stuff. He would probably let her sell the clothes off his back. I hate her.

So that’s that. The rest of my family, my dad, B, the kids, my in-laws, are good and kind and loving and I am grateful for them and lucky. There are good people in this world and people who just suck and I am happy that most of my interactions are with the good ones. It’s just hard when your mother is one of the losers and you want her to be a part of your life but all she knows how to do is buy shit for people.