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Long distance smackdown
11 December 04 ¦ Permalink ¦
Did anyone catch Larry King Live the other week?
His guest was a young man named Kyle Maynard who was born without elbows or knees. It was amazing. He was a college student, an Abercrombie model, a public speaker and wrestler.
I’ve found his story to be so inspirational that I’ve decided to take up wrestling.
I mean look at all this guy has had to overcome in his life. He’s using what little God gave him and not complaining.
I’m thinking there’s a certain woman I know who could learn a thing or two from Mr. Maynard. Yah, my mom! Who else?
Ah yes, the insanity is never-ending when my mother is involved.
Always looking for the positive side to the completely horrible, I’ve talked to my brother more in one week, than I have in probably eight years.
It’s actually weird how much my phone has been ringing these days. Everyone has been calling, including people I haven’t heard from in ages.
But back to my family. My brother has decided he wants everyone to spend the holidays in Hawaii, including myself. I’m still debating…
Explaining that spending this Christmas, free from family, would be the best present EVER! To which he replied that maybe they will just stick with the original plan and spend the holidays in La Jolla (damn, older brother asshole tendencies!).
We chatted this evening about our plan and how it’s slowly driving mother crazy. He relayed with great detail how their conversation ended with her sputtering nonsense á la Rain Man:
Her saying, repeatedly: Yup. Can’t talk. Five minutes late. Can’t talk. Five minutes. Yup…Talk…Can’t…Five…Yup.
His imitation of her was so right on that we both died laughing at the the expense of her fast descent into madness. Oh yes, to quote mother, we are “cruel, cruel unappreciative children”.
I detailed my conversation(s) which I also had earlier in the day with her. I finally spoke up to her constant need to inflate her martyr ego today. And let me tell you, it felt good!
If you could hi-five over an international telephone line, that’s what my brother and I did. It was a long distance smackdown; from Tokyo and San Diego.
We’re both tired of her bullshit. The guilt trips of how she “sacrificed” everything for us so we could have “happy” childhoods. Baloney.
She constantly drags up the past. And so instead of putting up with her shit, we’re speaking up for once in our lives.
She complained about this being the “worst” year of her life. Why? Because her dog died. I told her if that’s considered worst, than she’s one lucky lady.
She told my brother:
Who knows what will happen this month. I get my biopsy results back. I could very well have cancer and be dead next year!
My brother said: Oh mom, don’t worry. I know you’ll be fine.
She replied, her voice spewing forth bitterness:
Okay, then! I’ll cancel my damn biopsy then! Is that what YOU want! You know EVERYTHING, right? I’m calling right now and canceling it. Oh everything will be just fine and dandy, YES. Since YOU said so!
I mean, hello, her immaturity reaches levels previously unheard of in a woman her age. No one is spared.
My brother’s wife cannot stand her morbid desires to become terminally ill. It infuriates her beyond belief. It infuriates all of us. I tell my mom how insensitive and inappropriate she is to seek pity from her daughter-in-law.
My brother’s wife lost both of her parents to cancer. Soon after they were married, her mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. They were expecting their first child and it was a difficult time.
During 2004, she lost all of her remaining aunts and uncles to cancer as well. She’s basically without any family, except for one older brother.
So, for my mom to complain about a disease she doesn’t even have, a disease which took the lives of my sister-in-law’s entire family, is just plain insulting.
She jumped from this topic to the next favorite, my father. How he’s the worst man in the world and how he made her “suffer”. And why don’t we appreciate her suffering? And my brother said to her:
Oh yah, you think growing up with two fucked up parents was easy on us? Do you think Joy and I enjoyed the instability? The abuse? Don’t go thinking you’re the only one who suffered mom!
Amen, brother.
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