Nov. 26th, 2012

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So Tuesday I wake up, lay in bed for a moment thinking about the stuff I have to do - mostly cleaning up around the house, maybe some preliminary cooking - and then get out of bed. Almost immediately - endo pain. Pretty bad. What makes it worse is that I'm stressing - I can't have endo pain now! I have to clean the house today! And cook tomorrow! And I'm having people over! And cooking more on Thursday! It's freaking Thanksgiving! I can't have endo right now!

Dave, prince of patience that he is, calms me down. "It is what it is, sweetie, and there's nothing we can do about it." True. I calm down remarkably fast (for me) and resign myself to the couch for the day. Perusing my list, I realize that nothing on the cleaning side of things absolutely must be done - if this stuff doesn't get done I'm probably the only one that'll notice - which makes me feel a little better. I'm still stressing a little about the cooking on Wednesday - cooking can't really be done with severe endo pain - but I remember what Dave said - it is what it is - and resume my futzing around.

Wednesday rolls around. Dave goes to pick up Cathy and do the grocery shopping, and I clean what I feel must be cleaned. There's still some pain, but I deal. It isn't as bad as it was Tuesday, and I feel like I can survive my tasklist for the day even with the pain. Bake bread, make pies, do yams, make cornbread - still in pain but I'm doing it anyway.

Thursday! I get up and commence the dressing. Also commence menstruating, which comes along with some pretty awful cramps. But at least the endo pain is mostly gone. Hayden, Linz, and Hayden's girlfriend Taylor arrive. I'm a little nervous 'cause I'm meeting a new person and, being somewhat socially awkward, am somewhat afraid I'm going to, I dunno, turn Taylor off from the entire family, but I deal. Continue cooking. Most of the cooking had been done on Wednesday, so I don't have a whole lot to do, and the wine Dave has opened has dulled the cramps, so that helps too. Dinner is great - I'm not very good at false modesty, and it was pretty amazing - and afterward we all hang out. Lulz are had with the Dictionary game, and then I introduce Taylor (a word gamer) to Speed Scrabble (and reintroduce the rest of the family to it as well). After we peter out of word gaming, Dave and Cathy are sitting on the couch watching animal videos, Hayden and Taylor are on the futon talking quietly, and Linz and I are near the fireplace discussing a friend of hers and doing my nails. I'm watching Hayden and Taylor and smiling to myself, reminded rather strongly of the Thanksgiving that Dave came out for. More on that later... since I seem to have neglected to write about that when it happened. (WTF, Rothwell?)

Overall, it was fun :) What wasn't fun? Jess had a less-than-wonderful Thanksgiving, and posts on FB about it. Mom chimes in with a "next year have Thanksgiving with me and Dad" (why does she call her husband Dad? ...on second thought, I don't want to know). I respond with "next year have Thanksgiving with us!" And Mom comes back with "All six of us together!"

HAHAHAHAHAHAHA no.
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So Jess and I are Skyping Wednesday, and as always the conversation turns to Mom.

As I've mentioned, I haven't talked to her in about two months now. And I feel right about it, like this is the right decision. I shouldn't have to force myself to talk to someone who has done so much to me.

Anyway, Jess and I are talking, and she mentions that she's been trying to get Mom to talk to me. Not just the surface bullshit chatter that has been the total sum of our relationship for three years now - really talk, as in taking responsibility for what she's done to me. And Mom's response basically consists of:

I don't want to talk to her, and she doesn't want to talk to me.

Dave has been rubbing off on me, in that it takes me a while to process things. Or else the busyness of the past few days has delayed my response in this. But I've begun to process it, and -

What the hell?

I mean, apparently she's owned up to Jess about her total, complete failures as a mother - in regards to Jess. Which is good! When Jess told me this it gave me a little bit of hope that maybe - just maybe - Mom was finally - finally! - beginning to realize what she needed to do to keep her daughters at least somewhat close to her. But this? I don't want to talk to her, and she doesn't want to talk to me?

Half of that is incorrect, of course. I'd love to talk to her about this - as long as she accepts responsibility finally, and doesn't try to pass it off, or make more excuses, or engage in revisionist history (as is her wont), or even try to make me take responsibility for it. But if it's just going to be more excuses, then she's right, I have no interest in talking to her.

BUT SHE WON'T EVEN TRY.

...

And while I'm happy that she and Jess have finally come to terms - it pisses me off that she refuses to do the same for me. While Jess certainly got screwed by Mom in the parenting department, Mom screwed me even more. AND SHE WON'T SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT.

New rule: If I start ranting in capital letters, it's time to stop ranting.

Also:

Nov. 26th, 2012 11:30 am
bouldersandbrews: (Auron - Badass)
Not to sound like I'm ten years old or anything, but:

HE'S NOT MY DAD! JUST BECAUSE YOU MARRIED HIM DOESN'T MAKE HIM MY FATHER SO STOP FREAKING CALLING HIM THAT! DAMN! NOT LIKE I REALLY LIKED MY FATHER OR ANYTHING BUT AT LEAST HE ACTUALLY HAD A HAND IN CREATING ME, UNLIKE THIS DUDE YOU MARRIED THREE YEARS AGO - WHO I'VE NEVER MET - SO JUST. FREAKING. STOP. IT.

...
bouldersandbrews: (Ursula - Yeah right)
Yes. Rant tag used 189 times. Next most often used tag is 'random' at 137. And then 'angst' at 113. This should tell you everything you need to know about me.

lol I love some of these tags. I amuse myself greatly.

"all video posts must be 3 minutes long!!"
"can't freaking type today"
"going off to kick some ass"
"holy long entry batman"
"i love my sister because she is awesome"
"i'm a freaking prophet"
"i'm freaking hilarious"
"if i had a hammer" - lolwut?
"peanut butter machine incident"
"serious comment drama" - this one was clearly added later
"spammity spam spam spam"
"the word i wanted was nefarious" - because tagging an entry is way easier than editing it

And now for a new one.
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Love my new layout. So pretty. Now I wanna cosplay Beatrix too.

I'll stop spamming people now and go play Ogre Battle for a while.

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