Hah! Not glib, but accurate.
Yeah, I warned her off a couple of times, but she was yelling and agressive even when she wasn't "yelling."
And once, she wandered into the murky waters of "I don't know what kind of relationship you and d have if he's not sharing infomation..." and I was all "Whoa. Stop right there. We are talking about M and what we can do about that. Any conversations about D and I's relationship are not going to be happening."
Now, D hasn't been perfect, and neither have I, but neither, for sweet fuck's sake, has she, by ANY stretch. But everything seems to come down to something being D and I's fault.
You know, hot on the heels of our decision NOT to move to PA besides, oh, we don't WANT to, own a house, have a 20-yr old circle of best friends, ailing, aging family all in Midwest, silly non-reasons like that, is the simple fact that if I lived within driving distance of her and I had to deal with this F2F bullshittery, one of us would end up face down in the dirt.
And it wouldn't be me.
Oh, Xanax, there you are! I knew I stashed you in the medicine cabinet for a reason! Come to mama...
Rage, down
Rage, down
Down
Down
downdown
Erin, you handled that as well as you possibly could. And I am sneaky and petty enough that I think you upping your contact with M is a fantastic plan. Let me know if he starts showing an interest in gaming or goth stuff - I'd love to be his fairy gothmother via mail.
Oh, hee, that cheers me to no end!
And I AM trying to balance being petty and bitchy and doing right by M. So far, doing right is winning, but my violent fantasies are rather satisfying.
Hell, let's just have a summer camp in Seattle, land o'weirdness and fully of petty, vindictive, sneaky peoples who encourage all sorts of anarchistic creative shit and have anarchistic, creative children for M to befriend.
IJS...
God, that would be perfect! How fun would that be? D and I could have a quasi-honeymoon, and M would have so much fun!
Oh course, I am now officially going to the the bitchy stepmom who turned her son into a freak.
Funny thing is, this chick is a rapid liberal, but she's so helicopter parent, it's just baffling and crazy-making.
Tangent: I turn 39 this year. I may throw myself a big yet casual birthday party at my house. It'd be late August, and I'd have to do a lot of work in the backyard...which I was planning on doing anyway. Hmm. Maybe...
Augh, Erin! That is maddening! You are handling this with so much more patience than I ever could.
She's nuts and you're handling it beautifully.
I couldn't have said it better myself.
You know, hot on the heels of our decision NOT to move to PA besides, oh, we don't WANT to, own a house, have a 20-yr old circle of best friends, ailing, aging family all in Midwest, silly non-reasons like that, is the simple fact that if I lived within driving distance of her and I had to deal with this F2F bullshittery, one of us would end up face down in the dirt.
Aw honey, that would never happen. If you and D uprooted your lives and moved to PA she or her husband would have an utterly irresistable job opportunity in Portland (Maine or Oregon, doesn't matter) within six months.
Truds, that was certainly a consideration.
However, I am going to try to not think about it today. She's wacky, I'm not, and we'll just go along and try to keep the drama to a minimum.
ION, the outside cat decided the shoots of catnip sproutingg up are strangely alluring. Guess I'm going to have to move it until it matures a little more.
Let's see, I need to weed, water and mulch today, get some more potting soil. I think it is tomatoe planting time! And I need to soak the morning glory seeds from last years plants and plant some in the back garden and some more on the front fence. The morning glories from last year are already a decent size.
It's going to be hot, though. I may just try to get some weeding and watering in, and then wash the dog. STINKY dog!
