Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Insanity is Hereditary
The promised psycho-mommy stories, I always know there will be something...
let me see...
The usual insults of people, not some random person on the street; I mean, people who are close to whoever she's talking to... I was showing her a bunch of photos on the computer and she called my friend's 2-year-old kid ugly (actually, "not photogenic", but I know to her that means "ugly") and then laughed nervously. She does that, she makes an insult and then laughs like she shouldn't have said it. Sure, we all laugh about some random photo, but when it's someone close to you, you just keep your mouth shut, right? She has no filter between the two and besides pissing me off, it's mortifying because she didn't say it just to me, she said it in front of a bunch of people. Not my friend, of course, my friend and her baby weren't there. Thank God. Or I'd have to kill somebody.
I can't decide what's wackier, (in case you didn't read the links from my last post) coming 1500 miles to see the baby and spending 4 days looking at him with the affection of someone who's allergic to bees looking at a beehive; the disappearing and sitting outside at a restaurant while we ate breakfast because she had already had the continental breakfast at her hotel; or the serious reprimanding I got and calling me a thief because I wanted to take a roll of toilet paper from the hotel. She was seriously disgusted at me! Thinking of taking roll of toilet paper from the hotel where she paid $149 dollars a night plus tax is stealing. It's not right.
(Something is not right, I'm tellin' ya.)
But, included with these, a NEW contender for all time strangeness has emerged:
She was at my house almost 4 hours for dinner and what-not, and she never put her purse down, not once, not even at the dinner table.
I know that a lot of this stuff sounds petty, but it's just on top of everything else.
I'm sure the attachment to her purse is because she thinks her family would steal from her. In fact I know she thinks that. My amused observation began to turn to anger.
It reminded me of something that started when I was about 10 years old. The first few times our house ever got broken into, she thought it was my brother (he's 8 years older than me and had moved out the year before.) I think she still thinks that. Never mind that he later moved out of state and the 8 more times our house was burglarized. The few times the people were caught, they were absolutely nobody that we knew or even lived near us or anything. They were some druggies from the city. That's why doctors should not publish their home address in the phone book, because criminals think that
a.) the house is filled with jewels and buckets of money
b.) the medicine cabinet is stocked full of mind-altering drugs
But that's the way she thinks, how she's thought ever since I can remember. That more than likely, of all people in the world, your children are the first people who will rob you and trash your house. That is what she thinks of her children.
I don't know what's wrong with her. You probably think my reactions to it are not completely normal, either. I know that, too. A lot of it's mixed up with ancient history and other issues that I haven't went in to, but I've dealt with a lot of the serious ones and put them behind me. Or, so I like to think. Humor me here, OK?
I have to deal with her in my own way by, uh... a preliminary freak-out and then sucking it up and acting normal. People wonder why I flip out a little just before she gets here. They don't understand and think it's not a big deal. That's because I have to mentally prepare so it's NOT a big deal. Then you know what happens? Some of the people in my family haven't come to the full realization of the mechanics of dysfunctionality and get caught off guard by my mother's strange behavior. Then I watch those same people, who the week before were telling me to "chill", have a complete meltdown during and after she's here. It's sad to watch the confusion when they don't understand why.
See, now that she's gone, I'm perfectly fine for another year!
*twitch*
Daily Prayer:
Thank God that's over.
Which one do you vote for "most psycho-mommy story"?
1. Insulting your family's friends
2. Get that baby away from me!
3. I'll sit outside while you all eat
4. Taking toilet paper from your own hotel room is stealing
5. My children steal from me
let me see...
The usual insults of people, not some random person on the street; I mean, people who are close to whoever she's talking to... I was showing her a bunch of photos on the computer and she called my friend's 2-year-old kid ugly (actually, "not photogenic", but I know to her that means "ugly") and then laughed nervously. She does that, she makes an insult and then laughs like she shouldn't have said it. Sure, we all laugh about some random photo, but when it's someone close to you, you just keep your mouth shut, right? She has no filter between the two and besides pissing me off, it's mortifying because she didn't say it just to me, she said it in front of a bunch of people. Not my friend, of course, my friend and her baby weren't there. Thank God. Or I'd have to kill somebody.
I can't decide what's wackier, (in case you didn't read the links from my last post) coming 1500 miles to see the baby and spending 4 days looking at him with the affection of someone who's allergic to bees looking at a beehive; the disappearing and sitting outside at a restaurant while we ate breakfast because she had already had the continental breakfast at her hotel; or the serious reprimanding I got and calling me a thief because I wanted to take a roll of toilet paper from the hotel. She was seriously disgusted at me! Thinking of taking roll of toilet paper from the hotel where she paid $149 dollars a night plus tax is stealing. It's not right.
(Something is not right, I'm tellin' ya.)
But, included with these, a NEW contender for all time strangeness has emerged:
She was at my house almost 4 hours for dinner and what-not, and she never put her purse down, not once, not even at the dinner table.
I know that a lot of this stuff sounds petty, but it's just on top of everything else.
I'm sure the attachment to her purse is because she thinks her family would steal from her. In fact I know she thinks that. My amused observation began to turn to anger.
It reminded me of something that started when I was about 10 years old. The first few times our house ever got broken into, she thought it was my brother (he's 8 years older than me and had moved out the year before.) I think she still thinks that. Never mind that he later moved out of state and the 8 more times our house was burglarized. The few times the people were caught, they were absolutely nobody that we knew or even lived near us or anything. They were some druggies from the city. That's why doctors should not publish their home address in the phone book, because criminals think that
a.) the house is filled with jewels and buckets of money
b.) the medicine cabinet is stocked full of mind-altering drugs
But that's the way she thinks, how she's thought ever since I can remember. That more than likely, of all people in the world, your children are the first people who will rob you and trash your house. That is what she thinks of her children.
I don't know what's wrong with her. You probably think my reactions to it are not completely normal, either. I know that, too. A lot of it's mixed up with ancient history and other issues that I haven't went in to, but I've dealt with a lot of the serious ones and put them behind me. Or, so I like to think. Humor me here, OK?
I have to deal with her in my own way by, uh... a preliminary freak-out and then sucking it up and acting normal. People wonder why I flip out a little just before she gets here. They don't understand and think it's not a big deal. That's because I have to mentally prepare so it's NOT a big deal. Then you know what happens? Some of the people in my family haven't come to the full realization of the mechanics of dysfunctionality and get caught off guard by my mother's strange behavior. Then I watch those same people, who the week before were telling me to "chill", have a complete meltdown during and after she's here. It's sad to watch the confusion when they don't understand why.
See, now that she's gone, I'm perfectly fine for another year!
*twitch*
Daily Prayer:
Thank God that's over.
Which one do you vote for "most psycho-mommy story"?
1. Insulting your family's friends
2. Get that baby away from me!
3. I'll sit outside while you all eat
4. Taking toilet paper from your own hotel room is stealing
5. My children steal from me
