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Well. Apparently Saturday wasn’t a good day. My uncle and two male cousins referred to my mother as a cocaine addict (Like they can talk- one of said male cousins was involved in drugs for years, f-ing hypocrite). Mom goes through all the trouble of entertaining them, getting the house real nice, wasting money on those F__wads.
Now, I understand that what they did was despicable. Mouthing off about my mom after going through everything to make it a nice day for them.
But I. Am. Pissed.
Because mom is pissed. I have been listening to her complain since SUNDAY. Every. Friggin. Day. She brings it up AGAIN. She keeps saying how she needs to ‘let it go’ and ‘calm down’, but she is telling ANYONE who will listen. AS I TYPE she is complaining to someone on the phone.
She goes on about how the rest of her family loves drama, WHEN SHE LOVES IT JUST AS FRICKING MUCH.
You see, my mother is the type of person where if SHE’S having a bad day, YOU have one too. She drags everyone else down, and her victim act in this one is getting sickening. I have had so much worse stuff said about me before.
It’s driving me NUTS. I swear, once dad gets back from California on Friday, if she starts on it again, I will BEG him to go for a drive with me or something, just to get away from her. I can’t stand her complaining.
When I have a problem, I talk it out ONCE to ONE person, and then I LEAVE IT ALONE. And if said person brings up the subject again, I say my peace and be done with it. I DON’T GO ON ABOUT IT ALL DAY AND FRICKING NIGHT.

Old Pirate: [To Captain Shakespeare, after finding him in drag] We always knew you were a woopsie...
-That ones from Stardust. Excellent movie. Robert DeNiro plays a gay pirate.

-INMH