I am very annoyed right now, but don’t want to let that affect what I write. I am also angry and hurt.
Where to begin?
Well, Abe went over to my parents house this morning to borrow the power washer. He was gone for two hours. We live five minutes away. I assumed he and my dad were talking about projects they want to work on, but as it turns out, my dad decided to yell at my husband as though he were a small child about ridiculous things. Mostly about my mom.
My mom’s people are dramatic. She is one of the most dramatic people I know. She gets upset very easily and reads way too much into everything everyone ever says. She has a lot of health issues, as I have mentioned. She just had surgery recently and had not been feeling well. We had invited her to Matthew’s birthday party, but she felt too poorly to attend. I understood that, no problem. Because she was feeling so poorly, and because we had a million things going on Mother’s Day weekend, we just stopped by her house for a short visit.
Apparently, this is when I ruined my mother’s life.
When we arrived, I asked how she was feeling. She told me she was tired and felt like crap. Wanting to not put her out, we did not stay long. About an hour. Everything appeared fine on the outside.
I talk to my mom all the time. I see my mom all the time. She comes to my house all the time. But I ruined her Mother’s Day.
By being considerate of her feelings and healing, I am a monster. That was one of the biggest things my dad decided to scream at Abe for.
That’s another thing that is really bothering me. Abe is very laid back and easy going. A perfect target for a hot head that wants to unload. Remember that Latina temper I talked about early on in my blog? Well, my dad is the queen of dramatic Latin tempers. Yes, I said “queen” on purpose. Neener, neener, take that, Dad!
It’s not fair for Abe to even be pulled into any of this, much less get yelled at for something he didn’t do. If my mom has a problem with me, then she needs to call me up and say so!
My sister goes weeks and weeks without visiting or talking to my mom. And my mom just excuses it as her being busy. My sister doesn’t have any kids. Is she getting reamed for ruining Mom’s life? No. And she shouldn’t. She is an adult and she has her own life to live. If she is too busy, then she is too busy! That is life. But for me to be the problem here, when I go out of the way to talk to my mom and visit my mom several times a week? Where is the logic in that?
Today, my mom is celebrating my sister’s birthday with dinner at her house. We are not going. I have two kids with nasty cases of pink eye. My dad told Abe that we need to “suck it up” and go anyway. Insinuating that we are lying about the kids being sick. To that, I told Abe to drop off the germy ones and let them all get their cooties.
It’s all silly, it just is. My mom should have had the ability to voice her opinion to me, especially if I ruined everything, like my dad tells Abe that I did. I know that my dad is worried about my mom’s health and feels helpless, but that doesn’t make it okay to take it all out on Abe.
He doesn’t want me to say anything to anyone because he doesn’t want to hurt his relationship that he busted his ass to have with my dad. I don’t see how I can possibly let this go without saying anything. Especially since I am the destroyer of all things good.
It’s just ridiculous. I was very angry and sad when I heard all of this, but now, honestly I am laughing about it. I refuse to be made to feel guilty. I celebrated my Mother’s Day by visiting my mom and then busting my butt running around getting last minute things ready for Bella’s recital. I did nothing wrong. We aren’t going to my sister’s birthday party because my kids had snot pouring out of their red, swollen eyeballs. I am doing nothing wrong.
I guess now I need to call my mom. I swear, she needs some anti depressants or something. And me, well, I need a stiff drink before I dive into the drama.
Wish me luck!