Thanksgiving, The BITCH, Another Thanksgiving

If the Pilgrims had killed a cat rather than a Turkey we would have all eaten pussy for Thanksgiving! 

Thanksgiving at Bailey’s Aunt’s house was a lot of fun!  His two little cousins Tony and Everett were there.  They are 3 and 5….and loads of FUN!  We had a great meal with great company.  After dinner we all played dance dance revolution on his other cousins’ play station.  They have 2 pads and we mixed and matched and paired of and competed against one another.  All the adults and all the kids played…for 4-5 hours!  It was great fun and exersize after the big Thanksgiving meal.  All the dancing made what we had earlier thought was impossible happen…we had room for dessert!  Yummy!  Around midnight we left and I went back to Bailey’s to watch some shows.

I talked to most of my family on Thanksgiving – it was snowing in Maine.  I was happy with our 75 degrees….cool for me BUT way better then SNOW and 20 degrees!  I talked to my brother finally.  He told me about the baby.  Then he told me about The BITCH.  My real mother.  My brother had told her about the baby – she has never met or talked to Amber before…but the very next day while my brother was at work she decided to call Amber on her cell phone "just to talk."  During this phone call she proceeded to bad mouth my father in everyway possible.  She told Amber that my father wouldn’t allow my brother to talk to her and put a stop to their relationship.  THAT IS SUCH BULLSHIT!!!!  Even Bailey knows better then that.  When I told him what had happened, he recounted this summer when my father brought me to tears as he tried to hassle me about not calling my mother and not giving her more chances and that I will regret my decision and not allowing me to say anything bad about her.  If my mother only knew the lengths my father went to protect her.  It is sickening.  When Kevin told me about the conversation, my blood boiled.  I wanted to smack her hard.  I wanted her to hurt for all she had done and continues to do to drive a wedge inbetween everyone.  She has no right.  As far as I am concerned, she lost her parental rights a long time ago.  As soon as she could stand there and watch her kids be abused and listen to her children being berated and belittled…at that moment, when she chose to stand there and do nothing – it was at that moment all those years ago, she lost her parental rights.  She has no right to share in our joy, our pain, or failures or successes.  She has no right to see us, to talk to us, to know us.  She has no right.  She is lucky Kevin wanted to share the news of his baby with her.  She is damn lucky.  I used to say that if I got married I would invite her to my wedding, but she would have to come alone.  I feel her underhanded bitchy move to tell Amber all that bullshit loses her that invite.  I don’t want her phone calls (the 2 per year…..birthday and Christmas) I don’t want her gifts (2 per year…birthday and Chirstmas.)  I don’t want anything from her anymore.  I have tried all my life to put myself out there for her.  And I can’t do it anymore.  She and her fucking husband and rot and die in their secluded home.  I am done.  Thankfully, Amber knows better.  Thankfully, she can see past it.  I hope my brother smartens up and denys her the opportunity to see her grandchild.  I hope that she loses that invite too.

Friday I went to Dawn’s Cousin’s house.  We had a Thanksgiving there.  It was fun…I am always a little uncomfortable with the yelling and bantering….but I guess that is the way her cousin’s and their kids talk to one another.  After dinner the adults and kids left…leaving Dawn and Mike (the high school flame take II guy), her cousin Suzy, her other cousin B and B’s husband Shawn, and a friend of Suzy’s named Ray.  We had some drinks (strong!) at the house and then went to the local country bar.  We spent until about midnight at the bar…dancing in one of the sections and singing kareoke in another section.  Dawn is an amazing singer…I LOVE listening to her….so many good songs!  At midnight Mike and I had a 45-60 minute ride home and decided to call it quits.  I gave Mike a ride back to his truck and headed towards home…..which meant stopping at O’kellys for the last hour it was open to hang out with Ric and Reyanne.  Nothing too eventful there….except some hilarious 80’s pictures Ric had shown up with.  He had a fro’d mullet.  Yeah, my bad hair days will never measure up!  LOL.

Today is Morgan’s Birthday.  She has plans with friends and family at Bacchanal at 2100.  I really should go….although I am not all that inthused.  I have tried calling Bailey twice today but he hasn’t called back.  I want to see if he wants to go, but that is secondary to why I was calling.  He has an interview on Monday morning for a TAC position with the company.  I want to help him prepare for the interview.  I can help out with the behavioral interviews, but I was worried about the Tech part of it…I know he KNOWS everything and more about the job…but I had no clue what kinds of questions he should prepare himself for.  He sucks at interviews….always freezes up.  I figure the more he prepares the better he’ll be.  So I spent a couple hours at the library today pouring through books for him.  I checked 6 books out….hell I’m doing it for me too – never can have enough help with interviews….but I want to give him the benefit of some of what I have learned and what the books have to offer.  He needs to call back.  I also think I left my pager at his aunt’s house….which is bad.  So I need to locate that as well. 

I woke up this morning and my toothbrush was in the shower with a small travel size tube of toothpaste.  I realized, Morgan’s mom or step-dad (who are staying with us) must have the same toothbrush.  That was until I opened the medicine cabinent….and couldn’t find my toothbrush!  I waited until Morgan was alone to ask her if she knew why my toothbrush was in the tub.  She was confused and suddenly very embarassed.  I told her it was ok, I was just curious (it wasn’t exactly okay….but I had to be nice.)  She went running out back where her parents were and asked her mom.  Her mom was mortified – she thought it was Morgan’s toothbrush (I don’t dare ask what difference that made….I don’t plan on sharing a toothbrush with my parents…ewww!) Morgan told her that hers was the electric toothbrush.  Her mom kept saying she was sorry and would buy me a new one.  I just shrugged it off….I doubt she used mine on purpose.  I refuse to ask….but how long was she using it for????  They have been here since Wednesday.  EWWWWWW!  About 20 minutes later Morgan came knocking on my door with a new toothbrush. 

Apparently her mom went straight out to the store and bought a new one.  I still gag at the thought….gross!

I should get going….and figure out what the hell I plan on doing tonight.  Sitting in my room reading all night sounds really nice….but I think it would be very unkind to not show up for Morgan’s birthday party.  Decisions must be made soon….