Thanksgiving Hell
Dec. 1st, 2010 09:22 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grrgoylOkay, so, we made it to California, driving a dawdling 60 mph on route 15 (we had many fans that day, I can tell you) because we thought Amy and Rob would be meeting us at 9 pmish (it turned out by the time they landed at the airport, got a rental car and drove an hour to the hotel, they were in no condition to handle my family).
My family. I spoke at great length here about their many flaws. Not surprisingly, they've gotten even worse with time. Still talk your ear off for hours about everything happening in their lives, while never once expressing the slightest interest in yours. My mom is not as guilty as Nancy, although by the time we had left we had well and truly had our fill of both.
Tery had had it within the first hour. I joined her in the bathroom where she was having an honest-to-goodness breakdown. She's met them before of course, but back then she had the sanctuary of alcohol to create a refuge of numbness. Seeing them in their purest, unadulterated form proved far too much for her. She couldn't believe their self-centeredness and complete lack of attention paid to me. I assured her repeatedly I was used to it, that it's how it's been my whole life. But her reaction made me think for the first time perhaps that didn't make it right.
However, things got exponentially worse the next day when Amy showed up with Rob and baby Jane, my 1-year-old niece. So much so that by Wednesday Amy announced to my mother that she was never visiting them again. If you read on, you'll see that this decision was entirely justified.
Don't get me started on my mother's filthy house, finding not only mouse droppings everywhere but a dead mouse flattened under the hide-a-bed couch -- hardly acceptable conditions for adults, never mind a toddler. That was the least of our worries this week.
Mom and Nancy have three large dogs, a giant schnauzer (Elise), a black lab/Newfoundland mix (Morgan) and Jasmine, a yellow lab being fostered as a service dog. These dogs are given free rein and are barely trained (with the exception of Jasmine, who we have serious doubts about her usefulness for the program when Nan and mom are done with her). They surround and jump repeatedly on any strangers in the home, drooling all over you and licking you relentlessly, the only "discipline" offered a sharp "No!" from Nancy, which you can imagine is just about as effective as Tracey telling her dogs "Shhhh!" when they bark.
Sure enough, Amy et.al.arrived and Jane started toodling around in the minefield of my mother's house. Nancy showed up with the dogs; she was able to keep the other two outside, but Elise got inside. She made a beeline for the baby, who cowered and flinched. Nancy called her back, and she turned immediately, whipping Jane's face with her long tail. She started crying of course, and my mom said, "Oh, Nancy....we have to keep the dogs away from the baby."
Nancy's response? "She'd better get used to them. We can't lock them up the whole time." Let me repeat, Jane is 1 YEAR OLD. Tery told me later it was all she could do not to strangle Nancy right then and there.
So began a week-long struggle to determine who had more of a right to be inside the house, our niece or the fucking dogs. I'm not the biggest fan of children, but Jesus Christ on a cracker...would this be an issue for anyone else?
But wait, it gets better: Nancy, husband Russ and housemate Meredith are all lifelong smokers. You can imagine what their house smells like. Rob and Amy, understandably, wanted to minimize exposing Jane's little developing lung tissue as much as possible. Nancy took great offense at this, oddly; we've made no bones about our feelings on smoking, but it might have come as some surprise if they had never actually listened to us.
We bought fixings for lunch but planned to make it at Nancy's and eat at mom's (they share a yard so there's lots of walking back and forth). Meredith showed up at that moment and seemed puzzled by this plan. Russ explained the anti-tobacco attitude, and Meredith looked at me and actually said, "Hey, life's a bitch. Deal with it." Thank you, I believe that we are -- by eating at mom's. Bitch.
We had dinner at Nan's later that night. The dogs were outside (scratching desperately at the windows the entire time) and there might have been a window opened to clear the air. We seemed to have reached a truce.
However, the following day we went down to San Diego so Amy, Rob and Tery could pick up their race packets (they had found a "turkey trot" to run in). We popped in to a small museum where we all sort of broke up into smaller groups. I ended up in a room with Nancy and mom, where to my astonishment Nancy suddenly lashed out in fury at me.
"I don't APPRECIATE having to change MY lifestyle and lock MY dogs outside because of THAT CHILD. They're GUESTS IN MY HOME. They should make an effort to ACCOMMODATE THEMSELVES."
Holy hell. Which culture did SHE grow up in? I responded, "Ummm, no. They're guests in your home. YOU should be making an effort to accommodate THEM."
She looked as though I had slapped her. It stopped her dead in her tracks, probably because that was the first time anyone had stood up to her in, well, ever.
This is what perplexes us about Nancy. She was an only child for 13 years before I came along, the center of the world. But is it possible for those first formative years to overshadow the subsequent 40, when surely she had ample time to learn the way of the world and that she really ISN'T the center of it? Evidently not.
Here's how I look at it: We have ferrets that we love dearly. However, we are well aware that not everyone (in fact, hardly anyone) likes ferrets. When you come to visit, we lock them in the bedroom and don't let them crawl all over you (unless you want them to). Is it too much to ask the same of dog owners?
Poll time. (After this trip I need more reassurance than ever that people aren't ignoring me):
[Poll #1651700]
For that matter,
[Poll #1651701]
After that she and Russ sort of disappeared, for so long I was afraid we had lost our ride back to their house. They turned up again for lunch and, as is the way of our family, nothing more was said about it. However, the dogs continued to be locked outside without any more quarrels, and by the time we arrived for Thanksgiving dinner it was blatantly obvious they had spent the entire day airing out the house. Apology accepted.
But it's just incomprehensible. Like I said, I'm not a kid person, but this is our niece, and truthfully she's a sweet baby: hardly no tantrums, and a smile that lights up the room.
Sweet Jane
We aren't even asking Nancy to hold her, just don't begrudge her presence. For three fucking days, suck it up and act like she's your own flesh and blood and not some stray brat we picked up in an alley.
By the end of Thanksgiving dinner she seemed to warm up to her a little. Jane wanted to sit in her lap, and we all dove for our cameras to capture this once-in-a-lifetime photo op:
None of us could believe our eyes
Unfortunately there is no documentation of me playing with her. My mother supplied a little bear puppet that I made kiss her cheek and hug her neck. She loved that so much that she would do laps around the room, and whenever she noticed her new bear friend sitting on my lap she'd stop by for a quick hug before moving on. Adorable.
Rob, Amy, Tery, Jane and I trooped back to San Diego Thanksgiving morning for the race (Jane rides in a racing stroller). In the van on the way back, I said, "What do you want to bet that when we walk in they won't ask anything about the race, but launch into a detailed description of their morning despite having not done anything?"
I won that bet. The exciting tale of the day was yet another explanation of the positions of the sleeping dogs on Nancy's bed, because THAT never gets tiresome. This despite Amy finally snapping when mom dragged out a calendar expecting us to ooh and aah over stock photos of dogs. "Mom, goddammit, I am SO SICK OF DOGS. Can we please stop talking about dogs?!?" Answer: No, we can't. She later confessed she felt bad, but I assured her it was overdue, and since it was apparently forgotten a few hours later evidently no harm done.
This is how they roll. They are totally in their own little worlds and there ain't no getting through. Tery liked my observation about Nancy, that there's not enough of a filter on stuff coming out of her head and too much of a filter on stuff going in. She has an enormous wall between herself and the world, which we think points to a deep-seated insecurity.
In fact, I had the revelation that the only reason Nancy likes taking Jasmine (the service dog in-training) out with her is because the dog makes her the center of attention -- automatic conversation piece wherever she goes. Tery and Rob took it a step further and postulated that she was desperate to be someone special when she goes out into the world. It makes me feel kind of sorry for her.
A second revelation made was that they're a little like 8-year-old kids dragging you into their bedroom to show off all their toys. Except with kids you're a bit more willing to indulge them.
My mom started out the week making an attempt to show interest, which was appreciated. However, by the last night she had fallen back into the pattern of ignoring me she has long been living in. She asked me to set her up on eBay to try to sell some of the junk in her house. I did so, and used the example of trying to sell my iPod to answer one of her questions.
"You sold your iPod?" she asked. I started to explain the saga of the Nano, how I had sold it but it was broken, etc, etc. I got maybe two sentences into it, but I was tired and my throat hurt, and I suddenly realized if I just stopped there she'd never notice if I didn't finish the story. I won that bet too. Tery, who since her breakdown had taken to just hanging out in the background and listening without participating, laughed quietly.
As we said our goodbyes, mom pouted, "Are you sure you can't stay another day?" I thought, "So you can spend another day not hearing a word I say?" Another of our theories is my family likes the idea of us visiting, but clearly doesn't know how to behave once we're actually there.
Tery simply can't believe I was raised by this family. She had asked Rob while they were discussing Amy and I growing up together (while we were stuck in the other van with Nan and mom), "Where did these girls find love?" Answer: We had each other. Amy told Tery about a recurring dream she has that doesn't take a PhD in psychology to interpret: Mom is in a pristine kitchen wearing white (okay, THAT part is a bit puzzling), and she shoos Amy out with her broom. Amy starts climbing a ladder to the attic where her room is, but the steps of the ladder are disintegrating beneath her. Suddenly I lean down from the attic and extend my hand to her. "It's okay," I say to her. "I've got you."
Me and my sister are each other's only family. It sounds melodramatic; I mean, we weren't beaten or anything, and we didn't feel like we had an awful childhood at all. But evidently we were (and are) victims of some pretty serious emotional neglect. Our untrained diagnosis is pathologic narcissism, with perhaps a touch of ADD or even autism thrown in. If you read all that under the cut, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, because I guess I've spent a lifetime being ignored and I just always accepted that that was the way it was.
We spent Friday driving home. We missed our cats terribly after being oversaturated with dogs all week (mentally and physically), so were in a bit of a hurry. Unfortunately we got stopped in Cedar City, Utah (ironically the same city with our Travelodge). I got clocked doing 95 mph in a 75 zone (thank god I was driving and not Tery, who is still on probation). The cop was as nice about it as he could be: He reduced the recorded speed to 85 and gave me the minimum fine, $90 as opposed to $240. I apologized to him and he quipped, "It's the passenger's fault; they're supposed to be watching for cops." We drove a resolute 5 only over the limit the rest of the (considerable) distance.
(FYI, I read some of the other violations on the ticket. Use of a handheld device while driving? Mandatory court appearance and $595 fine. Word to the wise,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kavieshana.)
This was on top of receiving a cease and desist email from Comcast when they tracked my IP address downloading movie torrents (gonna knock that off. First letter is just a warning, I think). And I just found out today that it's illegal, possibly even a felony, to videotape on a casino game floor, so the video I'm planning to post next will need some editing. All in all this trip was full of all kinds of lawlessness, on top of intensive psychoanalysis. I need a vacation.
My family. I spoke at great length here about their many flaws. Not surprisingly, they've gotten even worse with time. Still talk your ear off for hours about everything happening in their lives, while never once expressing the slightest interest in yours. My mom is not as guilty as Nancy, although by the time we had left we had well and truly had our fill of both.
Tery had had it within the first hour. I joined her in the bathroom where she was having an honest-to-goodness breakdown. She's met them before of course, but back then she had the sanctuary of alcohol to create a refuge of numbness. Seeing them in their purest, unadulterated form proved far too much for her. She couldn't believe their self-centeredness and complete lack of attention paid to me. I assured her repeatedly I was used to it, that it's how it's been my whole life. But her reaction made me think for the first time perhaps that didn't make it right.
However, things got exponentially worse the next day when Amy showed up with Rob and baby Jane, my 1-year-old niece. So much so that by Wednesday Amy announced to my mother that she was never visiting them again. If you read on, you'll see that this decision was entirely justified.
Don't get me started on my mother's filthy house, finding not only mouse droppings everywhere but a dead mouse flattened under the hide-a-bed couch -- hardly acceptable conditions for adults, never mind a toddler. That was the least of our worries this week.
Mom and Nancy have three large dogs, a giant schnauzer (Elise), a black lab/Newfoundland mix (Morgan) and Jasmine, a yellow lab being fostered as a service dog. These dogs are given free rein and are barely trained (with the exception of Jasmine, who we have serious doubts about her usefulness for the program when Nan and mom are done with her). They surround and jump repeatedly on any strangers in the home, drooling all over you and licking you relentlessly, the only "discipline" offered a sharp "No!" from Nancy, which you can imagine is just about as effective as Tracey telling her dogs "Shhhh!" when they bark.
Sure enough, Amy et.al.arrived and Jane started toodling around in the minefield of my mother's house. Nancy showed up with the dogs; she was able to keep the other two outside, but Elise got inside. She made a beeline for the baby, who cowered and flinched. Nancy called her back, and she turned immediately, whipping Jane's face with her long tail. She started crying of course, and my mom said, "Oh, Nancy....we have to keep the dogs away from the baby."
Nancy's response? "She'd better get used to them. We can't lock them up the whole time." Let me repeat, Jane is 1 YEAR OLD. Tery told me later it was all she could do not to strangle Nancy right then and there.
So began a week-long struggle to determine who had more of a right to be inside the house, our niece or the fucking dogs. I'm not the biggest fan of children, but Jesus Christ on a cracker...would this be an issue for anyone else?
But wait, it gets better: Nancy, husband Russ and housemate Meredith are all lifelong smokers. You can imagine what their house smells like. Rob and Amy, understandably, wanted to minimize exposing Jane's little developing lung tissue as much as possible. Nancy took great offense at this, oddly; we've made no bones about our feelings on smoking, but it might have come as some surprise if they had never actually listened to us.
We bought fixings for lunch but planned to make it at Nancy's and eat at mom's (they share a yard so there's lots of walking back and forth). Meredith showed up at that moment and seemed puzzled by this plan. Russ explained the anti-tobacco attitude, and Meredith looked at me and actually said, "Hey, life's a bitch. Deal with it." Thank you, I believe that we are -- by eating at mom's. Bitch.
We had dinner at Nan's later that night. The dogs were outside (scratching desperately at the windows the entire time) and there might have been a window opened to clear the air. We seemed to have reached a truce.
However, the following day we went down to San Diego so Amy, Rob and Tery could pick up their race packets (they had found a "turkey trot" to run in). We popped in to a small museum where we all sort of broke up into smaller groups. I ended up in a room with Nancy and mom, where to my astonishment Nancy suddenly lashed out in fury at me.
"I don't APPRECIATE having to change MY lifestyle and lock MY dogs outside because of THAT CHILD. They're GUESTS IN MY HOME. They should make an effort to ACCOMMODATE THEMSELVES."
Holy hell. Which culture did SHE grow up in? I responded, "Ummm, no. They're guests in your home. YOU should be making an effort to accommodate THEM."
She looked as though I had slapped her. It stopped her dead in her tracks, probably because that was the first time anyone had stood up to her in, well, ever.
This is what perplexes us about Nancy. She was an only child for 13 years before I came along, the center of the world. But is it possible for those first formative years to overshadow the subsequent 40, when surely she had ample time to learn the way of the world and that she really ISN'T the center of it? Evidently not.
Here's how I look at it: We have ferrets that we love dearly. However, we are well aware that not everyone (in fact, hardly anyone) likes ferrets. When you come to visit, we lock them in the bedroom and don't let them crawl all over you (unless you want them to). Is it too much to ask the same of dog owners?
Poll time. (After this trip I need more reassurance than ever that people aren't ignoring me):
[Poll #1651700]
For that matter,
[Poll #1651701]
After that she and Russ sort of disappeared, for so long I was afraid we had lost our ride back to their house. They turned up again for lunch and, as is the way of our family, nothing more was said about it. However, the dogs continued to be locked outside without any more quarrels, and by the time we arrived for Thanksgiving dinner it was blatantly obvious they had spent the entire day airing out the house. Apology accepted.
But it's just incomprehensible. Like I said, I'm not a kid person, but this is our niece, and truthfully she's a sweet baby: hardly no tantrums, and a smile that lights up the room.
Sweet Jane
We aren't even asking Nancy to hold her, just don't begrudge her presence. For three fucking days, suck it up and act like she's your own flesh and blood and not some stray brat we picked up in an alley.
By the end of Thanksgiving dinner she seemed to warm up to her a little. Jane wanted to sit in her lap, and we all dove for our cameras to capture this once-in-a-lifetime photo op:
None of us could believe our eyes
Unfortunately there is no documentation of me playing with her. My mother supplied a little bear puppet that I made kiss her cheek and hug her neck. She loved that so much that she would do laps around the room, and whenever she noticed her new bear friend sitting on my lap she'd stop by for a quick hug before moving on. Adorable.
Rob, Amy, Tery, Jane and I trooped back to San Diego Thanksgiving morning for the race (Jane rides in a racing stroller). In the van on the way back, I said, "What do you want to bet that when we walk in they won't ask anything about the race, but launch into a detailed description of their morning despite having not done anything?"
I won that bet. The exciting tale of the day was yet another explanation of the positions of the sleeping dogs on Nancy's bed, because THAT never gets tiresome. This despite Amy finally snapping when mom dragged out a calendar expecting us to ooh and aah over stock photos of dogs. "Mom, goddammit, I am SO SICK OF DOGS. Can we please stop talking about dogs?!?" Answer: No, we can't. She later confessed she felt bad, but I assured her it was overdue, and since it was apparently forgotten a few hours later evidently no harm done.
This is how they roll. They are totally in their own little worlds and there ain't no getting through. Tery liked my observation about Nancy, that there's not enough of a filter on stuff coming out of her head and too much of a filter on stuff going in. She has an enormous wall between herself and the world, which we think points to a deep-seated insecurity.
In fact, I had the revelation that the only reason Nancy likes taking Jasmine (the service dog in-training) out with her is because the dog makes her the center of attention -- automatic conversation piece wherever she goes. Tery and Rob took it a step further and postulated that she was desperate to be someone special when she goes out into the world. It makes me feel kind of sorry for her.
A second revelation made was that they're a little like 8-year-old kids dragging you into their bedroom to show off all their toys. Except with kids you're a bit more willing to indulge them.
My mom started out the week making an attempt to show interest, which was appreciated. However, by the last night she had fallen back into the pattern of ignoring me she has long been living in. She asked me to set her up on eBay to try to sell some of the junk in her house. I did so, and used the example of trying to sell my iPod to answer one of her questions.
"You sold your iPod?" she asked. I started to explain the saga of the Nano, how I had sold it but it was broken, etc, etc. I got maybe two sentences into it, but I was tired and my throat hurt, and I suddenly realized if I just stopped there she'd never notice if I didn't finish the story. I won that bet too. Tery, who since her breakdown had taken to just hanging out in the background and listening without participating, laughed quietly.
As we said our goodbyes, mom pouted, "Are you sure you can't stay another day?" I thought, "So you can spend another day not hearing a word I say?" Another of our theories is my family likes the idea of us visiting, but clearly doesn't know how to behave once we're actually there.
Tery simply can't believe I was raised by this family. She had asked Rob while they were discussing Amy and I growing up together (while we were stuck in the other van with Nan and mom), "Where did these girls find love?" Answer: We had each other. Amy told Tery about a recurring dream she has that doesn't take a PhD in psychology to interpret: Mom is in a pristine kitchen wearing white (okay, THAT part is a bit puzzling), and she shoos Amy out with her broom. Amy starts climbing a ladder to the attic where her room is, but the steps of the ladder are disintegrating beneath her. Suddenly I lean down from the attic and extend my hand to her. "It's okay," I say to her. "I've got you."
Me and my sister are each other's only family. It sounds melodramatic; I mean, we weren't beaten or anything, and we didn't feel like we had an awful childhood at all. But evidently we were (and are) victims of some pretty serious emotional neglect. Our untrained diagnosis is pathologic narcissism, with perhaps a touch of ADD or even autism thrown in. If you read all that under the cut, I thank you from the bottom of my heart, because I guess I've spent a lifetime being ignored and I just always accepted that that was the way it was.
We spent Friday driving home. We missed our cats terribly after being oversaturated with dogs all week (mentally and physically), so were in a bit of a hurry. Unfortunately we got stopped in Cedar City, Utah (ironically the same city with our Travelodge). I got clocked doing 95 mph in a 75 zone (thank god I was driving and not Tery, who is still on probation). The cop was as nice about it as he could be: He reduced the recorded speed to 85 and gave me the minimum fine, $90 as opposed to $240. I apologized to him and he quipped, "It's the passenger's fault; they're supposed to be watching for cops." We drove a resolute 5 only over the limit the rest of the (considerable) distance.
(FYI, I read some of the other violations on the ticket. Use of a handheld device while driving? Mandatory court appearance and $595 fine. Word to the wise,
kavieshana.)This was on top of receiving a cease and desist email from Comcast when they tracked my IP address downloading movie torrents (gonna knock that off. First letter is just a warning, I think). And I just found out today that it's illegal, possibly even a felony, to videotape on a casino game floor, so the video I'm planning to post next will need some editing. All in all this trip was full of all kinds of lawlessness, on top of intensive psychoanalysis. I need a vacation.
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Date: 2010-12-01 06:32 pm (UTC)It doesn't make it okay, but what can we do?
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Date: 2010-12-01 07:06 pm (UTC)It doesn't make it okay, but yeah, how do you change a lifelong habit? I look at it as it could be worse, but it could also be a lot better. :\
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Date: 2010-12-01 07:11 pm (UTC)It may be petty, but oh how delicious it will be. But you're right; unless your mom funds her plane ticket, I doubt she'd actually come visit.
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Date: 2010-12-01 07:30 pm (UTC)Little chance of that. I didn't even go into my mother's plan to declare bankruptcy this month, which didn't stop Nancy shamelessly asking for a steady flow of spending money while we were there. It made me ill watching my mother shoveling twenties into her hands when she could lose her house any day now. Another example of Nancy being completely out of touch with the reality right in front of her face.
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Date: 2010-12-01 07:11 pm (UTC)I can't understand why you'd invite someone into your home and then get upset you had to make accomodations.
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Date: 2010-12-01 07:27 pm (UTC)THANK YOU. Amy and I can't understand how we can have such radically different ethics after being raised by the exact same parents. I like to say I turned out so well in spite of them, not because of.
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Date: 2010-12-01 10:31 pm (UTC)But you know, all things considering, you turned out very alright, my friend! And your reaction to everything your family does and says is completely justified. You're not the maladjusted one here, trust me.
Cute kid!
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Date: 2010-12-01 11:04 pm (UTC)Thank you for your support! When you get caught up in the maelstrom of their selfishness, you really start seriously questioning if you're being too harsh. But I know I'm not. I know their way of seeing things is bizarro, not the other way around. Still, nice to hear from an objective third party. ;)
Ain't she, though? She takes after her aunt.
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Date: 2010-12-02 01:03 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-12-02 12:11 am (UTC)The moment when you were talking about your ipod but didn't even finish made me think of my mother so much. It seems to be happening more and more that people in this house, mainly her, just talk over each other and don't actually LISTEN. The amount of times she asks me a question and never listens to the answer. When I came home from the convention this weekend she said she wanted to hear about it (even though it's not her thing) but after only a few sentences she got distracted and I had to keep pulling her attention back to me which just made it feel pointless as she wasn't instersted anyway. She's proud of me for stuff but hardly ever lets me finish talking before moving on to something else.
It's funny you should post this today as I was just talking to my friend Macauly at the gym this morning about his mother. He's 29 but looks more like he's 20 and has always been younger than his years. I knew him in college and now he refers to him then as "immature" but I don't think that's right at all. He is/was just akward socially but one of the most caring people I know. (He's delt with my crying on the treadmil a few times when talking about getting over my stuff recently, even this morning, so he's really been there for me.)
Anyway, from what I've heard today it's no wonder he has some social issues.
For example, he left home when he was 16 because his stepdad was beating him. He's told me before that his mother is a shoppaholic and just spends money on things she doesn't need then moans she has none. I heard the extent of that today when he told me he's just had new windows fitted in his flat and the fitters left loads of mess. His mum turned up for a visit and said 'oh I'll help you clean up' but once she did so she then asked him for £20 for helping. WTF?!
She's also told him he needs to pay for Christmas dinner, for everyone. And if he doesn't do that then "don't bother coming 'round." He loves his mother and doesn't want to be in his flat alone on Christmas but he knows that's not right. She's been saying he needs to "support the family" and he said quite rightly that he's 29 and lives on his own, he doesn't need to do that anymore. Then she calls him a bad son. His (American) boyfriend is telling him to cut his family out of his life and they've been having arguments over it because as right as his boy is, it's not that easy.
*Sigh* Families.
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Date: 2010-12-02 06:15 pm (UTC)Your mom sounds very similar to mine. I think they both suffer from depression, though I'm not sure that would account for it completely. You know how frustrating it can be then. I forgot to write about the "conversation" we had when I was talking, it was hugely obvious she wasn't listening, and without missing a beat I finished with "and I don't know why I'm even talking." Tery laughed. Mom did too, said, "Haha, yeah, right," then I think realized what I said. I think that embarrassed her a little, though not enough.
Your poor friend. I almost feel ashamed to bitch about my family, I know it could be SO much worse. But you know, it's a little comforting to know that it's almost a universal problem. The happy, "functional" families seem to be the exception.
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Date: 2010-12-02 08:29 am (UTC)And OMG your niece is so cute!!
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Date: 2010-12-02 06:20 pm (UTC):D She is! I'm not a kid person (have I mentioned?) but she's frikkin' ADORABLE.
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Date: 2010-12-02 09:41 am (UTC)I know dog people usually prefer pets to humans, but you have to be really cold to not wince or be horrifed when your dog's beefy tail thwacks a baby. All adults have a responsibility to minimize danger to children.
Deal with it? Charming!
Even when I did briefly smoke, I never did it inside my house.
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Date: 2010-12-02 06:25 pm (UTC)I agree we have that responsibility. Just as I walked into a store the other day I saw a little 3- or 4-year-old girl trying to climb into a shopping cart from the ground. It started tipping over on her. Her mother had just noticed but was too far away to reach her in time. Without thinking I grabbed the opposite end and pulled it upright again. The mother thanked me and said to her, "Thank the nice lady for saving you, honey!" I honestly don't know if Nancy would have done the same thing. Probably would have considered a trip to the ER and some lifelong scars a very valuable lesson for the kid.
I never knew you smoked! I'm glad you quit. Such a filthy habit. I don't understand why more isn't done to make it illegal. Surely we've proven it's just as dangerous as drugs.
WOAH WOAH SLOW DOWN YOU SPEED DEMON
Date: 2010-12-03 05:35 am (UTC)I found it funny that you said I won that bet too. Tery, who since her breakdown had taken to just hanging out in the background and listening without participating, laughed quietly. because I had just been thinking "Where was Tery all this time? Had she been sleeping out with the dogs to avoid your family?"
Aww, Jane's so pretty. I can't remember if you've posted a picture of her before but if you have, I assure you she's gotten cuter. And there you are, foiled at your plan to miss her entire early childhood.
Yeah sure, in Utah maybe it costs that much. It's $155 here (or $200, depending on the county. $75 for chatting. No points, no court appearance). Also I got mad skills. One time I was texting you while driving blind in a snow-storm. I'm not dead, ergo, mad skills.
PS Hey, your mom and Nancy, if they somehow melted into one person, would be my aunt Pam. Crazy dog, mess, self-absorption, intolerable roommates, and the need to keep people around for unfathomable reasons as she doesn't listen to them. She doesn't smoke but you can't breathe in her house for the smell of dog!
Have you ever driven through Utah? Not a lot of reasons to linger
Date: 2010-12-03 07:49 pm (UTC)After day one Tery just sort of kept a low profile. Mostly she entertained Jane because she LOVES kids. On the last day I think I heard Nan ask her a question, which dollars to donuts was probably about dogs (since Tery manages a vet hospital).
I'm just sayin'. Most drunk drivers would probably insist they're doing fine too so back off, lawman.
Ugh. From our observations, Tery and I agree that dog lovers seem to be unable to grasp the notion that someone could not love dogs. Cat lovers, on the other hand, are used to being shoved aside so don't force their pets on others (srsly. In Tery's hospital, sometimes she'll patrol the cat ward and notice her employees forgot to feed them, or clean their boxes. Meanwhile the dogs get constant attention heaped on them (because they demand it, needy, clingy, smelly fuckers).
It's on my bucket list. That and eat nothing but prunes for a month.
Date: 2010-12-08 05:03 pm (UTC)Probably N's question to T would've been about dogs even if T were a gardener or a cop.
If drunk drivers weren't mostly doing fine they'd all be dead by now. When's the last time you heard of a drunk driver dying in a car accident? It's those sober squares, especially the children on bicycles, who should just stay home if they can't keep from getting hit.
That's terrible. How can you forget about an entire ward? In too much of a hurry to be jumped and slobbered on?
Re: It's on my bucket list. That and eat nothing but prunes for a month.
Date: 2010-12-08 11:19 pm (UTC)True dat.
Yep, you're right. You're so lucky I can recognize sarcasm.
IDK. It's not like the entire ward is chock full of cats (the maximum I've ever seen is maybe five over the holidays -- most of the time it's 0-2), but that's no excuse. It's not some huge sprawling hospital that takes an hour to make the rounds. It's three wards, two for dogs (one of which is typically empty) and one for cats. The day crew, as I've complained on many an occasion, is unapologetically lazy and stupid.
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Date: 2010-12-09 06:03 am (UTC)Too often it's true that we simply deal with things and don't think much of it, because that's the way they are. But it doesn't mean that it should be that way or that it has to. I'm also glad that your sister took some stands throughout the trip as well. Sometimes you just can't change who people are. It sounds to me that they are so insecure somewhere in their own selves that they have created this self absorbed facade to try and mask what they may actually be projecting. The more you draw attention to yourself in the ways and discussions you want, the more people focus on what you're saying and less about what they're actually noticing in between the small talk, you know?
I don't think it's personal on you or your sister, but more so personal about them. A way to hide in self absorption.
I am glad that you listen to yourself<3
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Date: 2010-12-09 06:41 pm (UTC)Amy and my real concern is that our mother is not getting any younger, she's basically still supporting Nancy (who is 54, with no health reasons preventing her from supporting herself), and we're waiting for the call from Nancy asking for help when the gravy train runs out. That will be an interesting day indeed.
Thanks for listening, Jamie :)