My mom emailed me. She said something about my brother graduating med school... somethin somethin... one May 21st somethin somethin.... and then it dawned on me... she has the crazy notion that I'm gonna try and go.
But I can't blame her for thinking it.... not exactly...
Every time there's a "family thing" we do the same dance...
Tonia: We are having >insert terribly important family function here< on such and such a date.
Melissa: Oh.. wow... okay.. let me see if I can get the time off.... Oh I hope I can go... maybe I'll get the kids' schoolwork NOW...
*meanwhile... I don't.
See, I don't really care. But I pretend to.
I'm normally not a flake. But for this.. I have to do the dance...
As such and such a date approaches, I'm still all gung ho.
Until... Tonia is at said "event" and then *I* suddenly have a small personal tragedy.
Is it mature? No. Does it work? You bet your sweet ass.
I have to be careful as I've been accused of turning my back on the family.
I haven't. Really. It's just that I don't care. I no longer know those people. So.. I just... don't... care.
*shrug*
I didn't mean for it to happen. It just kinda.... did. Like an affair!
I even have another mother I see. I tell her all my problems. She loves me. I love her.
I am cheating on my mom. Left her for another.
Is that so wrong?
I love my mom. I do. But it's just not working out.
And I don't want to go to my brother's graduation. I don't like his wife. I don't really like him, to be honest. He's kinda turned into a dick. Love him. But... don't want to surround myself with people like that. He has.. turned INto his wife's family. Ick. Poo. (Mormons~ phony... Nasty game playing hypocrites.. a shame). I mean.. I love him. There a a LOT of people I love... who I just either don't LIKE or I don't have anything in common with...
It's ok with me not to have anything in common... but it isn't ok with them. So, I think "DE-FENSE! DE-FENSE!" I I just don't go round.
It's better for all of us.
Although, this comes off with me as the bad guy. That's ok with me, but it's easier to say "Oh, ok! I'll try to arrange!"
I'll catch the pictures on facebook.
I've said it before and I'll say it again: Good thing I get Big Whoop Magazine.
Too bad they don't give a certificate for being awesome. I'd have made my family go to that. Once I got it...
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I have to completely agree. You and I, however, are on differnt ends of the spectrum. My Mom has given up one inviting me. Well, maybe she hasn't. She once sent me an e-mail with all of the known "events" for the year and when they would be celebrating them. Maybe she felt that was good enough for her motherly attempt at dragging me back in. Anyway, in the mean time, I find out later about my brother's neck surgery, my daughter going to prom, my other daughter getting her Young Women's medallion, etc., etc.
ReplyDeleteI don't know which of us has it better/worse. I don't have to dance, but at the same time, I can't go if I WANTED to.
Oh, I think she wants YOU there, but maybe... just maybe... she's afraid you'll bring some whore and your poor sister in law will have to frown. I mean, it's hard to do a "family clan look how wonderful and full of service I am" blog when you're frowning.
ReplyDeleteBy the way... it's too early for prom. I call "April Fool"
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