@LoveToWearADress good on for you for realising it’s not your responsibility and passes it back to your mum. Be really proud. Xxx
i spoke too soon. 😂
The Hag rang Mr Monkey at work. He has a demanding job working with vulnerable people. She doesn’t care about this. She wants instant responses because she’s been stewing over something. She has cut herself off from people so has no one to talk to and stews in her lair, and, therefore, her sons are viewed as “responsible” FFS.
No hello, how are you?
Hag launches straight into “when are THEY coming down?” They is SIL and nephews. Charming.
Hag DOES know when they are coming.
MM gives the dates. Two weeks hence.
“what are we doing with them?” Lovely.
MM: “we’re going out for dinner?”
”is it dead posh?” Jibe at me and my fancy ways.
”no, you’ve been there before and you liked it”
”well, I don’t remember (selective memory) and it’s very expensive, I bet” further jibe. On the night, she will get out her wallet and pay to demonstrate what an amazing mother/grandmother she is.
”it’s a nice Italian restaurant and we’ll divide the bill”
”I’ve got nothing to wear” She looks like a tramp. This one runs and runs. 😂
MM: “we’ve offered loads of times to take you shopping (we does not include me or my mum anymore)”
Hag: “I hate shopping.”
MM: “or we could choose things online and get clothes that way”
”no, I don’t want to”
”OK.”
”well, I won’t come then”
”OK, that’s your choice”.
“what did I wear last time?” Oh, she’s remembered she’s been there before.
”a jumper that Mummy Monkey bought you for Xmas and you were cold so you borrowed a jacket from Monkey”
She hates getting presents from the people she begrudges. We don’t bother any more. Waste of money. Let’s face it - it’s a couple of bottles of wine. 😂😂😂 She tried to take the jacket. 😂 and the handbag I lent her. I got those back.
Then changing subject back to abusive guilt shit.
“you don’t want me to come”
”well, it’s a shame you don’t want to see your family, but that’s your choice”
More needling. Ignored.
Hag slams the phone down at someone like her own abused son aged 53 now DARING to push back and now having boundaries.
He doesn’t ring her.
She rings back later in the afternoon to “apologise”. This is supposed to elicit MM begging for her to come. He doesn’t. We both know it’s a plastic apology.
He comes home with wine. We laugh at her latest. And he doesn’t phone her as he once would have done in his role as peacemaker.
The clothes thing will run and run but he’ll grey rock her. And I don’t give a fucking fuck.
I had a moment of thinking I’ll pick something up for her from Sainsburys, but what’s the point? I owe her FUCK ALL. She would moan about the quality as if she shopped haute couture.
The meal on 15 August and then I don’t see her til Xmas. JOY.