Sounds like you had a great time foxy, how nice and relaxing
Well the conversation with my mother goes something like this:
2 weeks ago:
Me: can you babysit on new year's eve?
Mother: Yes, how about I stay over then I can have a drink and go to bed when I want?
Me: Thanks, but shouldn't you speak to your dp and check he doesn't mind?
Mother: I suppose I should, we don't doing anything to celebrate, just sit in front of the tv ( her dp comes lower down than her dogs in the pecking order btw)
Fast forward to today
Me: Hi mum just checking you are still ok for this evening
Mother: What do you mean this evening?
Me: You were going to babysit for us so we could go to a party
Mother: No I wasn't, you have misunderstood, I said I was going to ask dp
Me: you said you were going to babysit
Mother: I said I was going to check with dp, but I decided not to as I didn't want him to feel pressured into saying 'yes' so I haven't asked him
Me ( feeling my blood boil) You never told me that you had decided this. I would have appreciated it if you could have told me you were not coming then I could have tried to organise something. Now it's too late.
Mother: Oh, I feel bad now, how much do you want to go to this party?
Me: don't worry, I've got to go and see if I can organise something else.
This is the bare bones of the conversation
I could feel myself crying tears of rage.
Not only had she not done what she said she was going to BUT she had also tried to make me the person at fault, trying to make out I had misread the situation.
This has been the patteren of our lives.
Now if at any point during the last 2 BLOODY WEEKS she had said to me "I Don't feel I can leave dp on new years' eve and I'd rather not ask him"
Then I would have been miffed (inside), but she has a right to do that, but not to bother to tell me even. What the hell did she think I was going to do.
I fucking hate her.
Please excuse me I am very very angry.