She Types
But has no clue where this is going. It’s been so long since I really unloaded in here. I’ve lost all my good OD friends — my own fault for dissing you all for so long — now I am peeking in at the lives you’ve all been leading and I can hardly believe the changes! Divorces, babies, marriages…jesus…I have been living under a rock.
So SIL (Mel) is out of my house and she’s involved with someone she hooked up with on a first date. I will call him Internet Fool here, for obvious reasons. Evidently she’s ga ga over him. He’s 35 and lives alone. NEVER been married and never involved in a serious relationship. Can you see where this is going? I sure the hell can. But I keep silent and keep my thoughts to myself. She wouldn’t listen to me any way.
Although she’s out and things have gotten better for me since she’s left, she still continues to look to us to make her life easier allowing her to party on. Case in point: She’s been shacking up all weekend with Internet Fool. Ted held St. Patrick’s Day dinner at his new place on Sunday and asked us to bring Mel with us. We called her and asked and she said maybe. Sunday I text her and tell her we are leaving for Ted’s at 2:30 PM and if she wants to come she’d better get her ass to our house by then. She calls us and we’re at Ted’s. No, she doesn’t want to come over. Flash back to early last week. She calls Brian on like Monday or Tuesday and says, "It’s Patty’s birthday on Sunday and St. Patty’s Day. I wanted to make the traditional dinner for her and have green beer. Do you and Tammy want to come over too?" Brian tells her how to make dinner and stuff and says we might come over but he won’t commit because we are having that dinner on Sunday with Ted and she knows I don’t like really going out during the work week. I like to come home, get undressed and spend time with the dogs and Brian. Any way flash back to this past Sunday while we’re at Ted’s. So she’s on the phone with Brian and he’s got her on speaker. She says, "What about dinner on Monday? I was thinking, Brian, can you go to the grocery store and get the stuff for dinner and cook it? Also, I figured we could go halves on it." Brian sees the look of utter amazement on my face at the size of her balls and says only, "Call me tomorrow." He hangs up and I say, "You are NOT doing her fucking bidding for her. It’s her roommates birthday…she invited US to dinner and now she wants us to do it all for her? AND pay half? WTF?"
I’m stunned. I had to walk away and I howled with laughter. She calls me Monday at work at about 1 PM and asks if I will pick her up after work and drive her home. No problem, she’s up the street from where I work and one street over from where we live. Then she says, "So, uhm, is Brian going to do dinner for me tonight?" I said, "No." She doesn’t even listen and she says back to me, "Oh never mind, I’ll just call Brian." She’s continuing to try and play me and him off each other. Just like a kid does to their parents. WTF? My boss overheard me muttering out here as I hung up on her and sent a text to Brian saying, "She called, again, NO. We are not going to do her dirty work while she parties all weekend." We need to be on the same page. I said to my boss, "Christ, I didn’t even get the cute baby years with this one. Just jumped to the parenting hell part." He howled with laughter.
Brian has been told, as of last month, his knee will not allow him to ever return to his former occupation as a Chef. The hours and standing on it are too much. Lovely…so now he’s 40 and will have to try and break into a new field. He said to me on the way home that day, "This is the 2nd fuckign time my knees have prevented me from doing something I love." First time he hurt his knee (different knee) he was taken out of the running for a pro football career and he lost his college scholarship. This time it’s his love of being a Chef. I hurt for him but am still happy to have him home with me. My little house husband. I keep telling him and reassuring him that if we could afford it? I’d so have him stay home always.
Let’s see, oh. I fired his first attorneys. I got tired of them hemming and hawing. I know the fucking liability laws here and please don’t tell me my husband has no case against the food distribution company that caused this whole fucking mess. I know better…while it’s not a slam dunk case, it’s not a wash either and all I wanted was a fair shot. File the fucking lawsuit and let’s get moving. We’ve been loosing $750.00+ a month since December of 2006. I am DONE taking the financial hit, especially now, over someone’s negligence. We’re not looking to retire — we’re looking to recoup what we’ve been losing and what we will lose for the rest of his life now. The new attorney is filing suit. 😉 Just.Like.I.Wanted.
Yeah, guess I will stop there. I’ll be back.
Liz, I miss you too. I’ve been a shit friend and I know it. I hope to make it up to you.
Julie, it was nice catching up in IM with you the other day. Thanks for making my morning brighter.
To the remaining friends I have here, I have missed you all.
Love you all!