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Edited on Wed Dec-22-10 04:03 AM by Lyric
Note: understand that my family is the kind of dirt-poor-ignorant that you see in Feed the Children commercials.
1. My brother and his family can't afford to come up from Virginia for Christmas this year, and will be making a trip up after they get their EITC refunds back instead. I feel incredibly guilty, because on one hand, I'm heartbroken that we won't be able to see him and the kids. We only get to see them once a year, after all. But on the other...that also means we can put off buying presents for my nieces and nephew until *we* get our income tax refund back. At the moment, we're wondering if we'll be able to afford butter and milk for the next two weeks. Things are really *that* tight.
2. My sister and I (plus our respective four kids and two partners) will be here at my house for Christmas. My Mom lives in the same town with us, and constantly complains that she doesn't get to see her grandchildren often enough (the reason for this is because she's married to a sociopath, which you'll hear more about shortly). Sociopath's father always insists that they eat Christmas dinner with him and his girlfriend. Normally this is not a problem, as we eat late in the evening and they eat in the afternoon, so Mom can go there, take a few token bites of his girlfriend's terrible cooking, and then come eat with her own kids and grandkids. Well, yesterday she called me to tell me that Sociopath's Dad has rescheduled their dinner--this time they'll be eating later. So not only will she not be celebrating Christmas with her own children and grandchildren...she won't be stopping by at ALL. Not even for a few minutes to see the kids. Instead, she will be spending her entire holiday with Sociopath, his Dad, and his Dad's obnoxious, snotty, the-only-person-on-earth-who-can-make-a-canned-ham-worse girlfriend. I didn't give her the reaction she wanted, though. I told her that I hoped she had a nice time, and dropped the subject.
Apparently my lack of a dramatic reaction made her pissy, because she then started poking at me..."Why doesn't LyricKid ever want to come stay with me anymore? Why doesn't he like it at my house? I think you've been telling him lies about Sociopath. I know you kids have never liked him. Blah blah blah." I told her that she wouldn't like the answer, but she kept on and kept on, so I finally told her the truth--"Your husband is a sick freak who really HURTS the kids while pretending to 'play fight' with them, and if they dare to speak up about it or cry from the pain, he mocks them and calls them little 'pussies'. He shoots stray cats right in front of them and holds up the mangled bodies so the kids have to see every detail of the gore. He drives like a maniac, and if the kids are playing outside when he pulls in, he revs the engine and drives right up into the yard in order to scare them into thinking he's going to hit them. And when the kids tried to tell you, what did you do? You made excuses for him..."Oh, he was just playing. You're too sensitive. Don't take him seriously." WTF?! He's a sociopathic monster, LITERALLY. LyricKid will NEVER come to your house so long as that man lives there, and neither will any of the rest of your grandkids. I tolerate him here on holidays in order to have you, but I guess this year we get a reprieve. Don't blame me if I'm not sobbing into my pillow at the prospect of a holiday WITHOUT Sociopath around to spout racist, ignorant bullshit in front of my kids and friends and generally make everyone around him feel disgusted, miserable, and threatened. Merry fucking Christmas."
She hung up on me and hasn't called back since. I really did NOT want to tell her that stuff. She's terminally ill, and since the kids are now permanently safe from Sociopath, there didn't seem to be much point in forcing a confrontation about it. But she wouldn't let it go. And I was hurting. I will never, ever understand why she's chosen that monster over her own family. It was bad enough when Sociopath was still at least partially functional, but he's so mentally ill now that he can't do ANYTHING anymore--he doesn't bathe, doesn't clean the house, doesn't have a job. His own psychiatrist says that he's too dangerous around people to be able to work ever again, and yet Mom wants to bitch at me for refusing to send innocent kids out there into his viper's den. Jesus Effing Christmas.
*sigh* Happy Holidays, right? Oh well. At least Leftyclimber and Mrleftyclimber, who are spending Christmas with us too, will not have to be subjected to yet another holiday edition of Sociopath's racist, tasteless "jokes".
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