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| THE THANKSGIVING RANT |
Scant hours after revising the Thanksgiving plans to exclude my mother and brother for the comfort of my boyfriend’s mother. My boyfriend’s mother canceled. I didn’t say anything to anyone at first. I thought perhaps I might let the dust settle.
When the dust settled it looked like just me and R for dinner on Thursday. I had considered bringing my mother and brother back in since R’s skittish mother bailed on me. However, when my brother came in I swiftly changed my mind.
It does not seem humanly possible, but I think they actually get worse every year. They are the rudest most inconsiderate arrogant humans I have every had the pleasure to encounter in my life. The jewels of wisdom that drip from my brother’s mouth are divinely inspired. He has an opinion on absolutely everything- and he is the highest authority on everything.
He is a condescending ass. He trashed my stepbrother’s profession (he drives a bread truck). “Andy’s job requires no skill at all. No brain power whatsoever, and yet they pay him that much! That is insane!”
This was a direct quote upon finding out that Andy’s job pays just as much as his does…..and it is at home…not 12 hours away.
He cornered me and explained again for at least 15 minutes that he is vastly intelligent. Who does that? Who in the Hell corners a family member they haven’t seen or spoken to in a solid year only to tell them “I am extremely intelligent. Everyone that knows me tells me how smart I am.”
And he is serious!
To give my poor mother a break I offered to let them stay at my house on Tuesday and Wednesday night.
Alas, it appears they have decided not to take me up on their offer. I had a call from my mom’s cell phone @5:30 this evening. She called my house and didn’t leave a message.
I refuse. Refuse to sit at home waiting hoping they might bless me with their presence. They have my cell phone number- they didn’t call it. That is how it works with them. They want my brother’s side of the family to just sit waiting on them…just in case my sister-in-law’s flaky family can’t pull it together- so they will have somewhere to go. We get the leftovers.
No. I have a life. I went out to eat with R and M. Then I went back to R’s house and looked at his Christmas tree. Okay, I have a life at the moment- there will come a day when I no longer have a life- but I still refuse to sit waiting hoping they might grace me with their company when they can’t be considerate enough to show up remotely close to time. They can’t call you to let you know they are going to be 4 hours late because my sister-in-law can’t tear herself away from her family.
Thanksgiving blows. I can’t wait until the gypsies go back home.
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Posted by SimpleSugar on 2009-11-24 22:34:32 | Rating: | Views: 22
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