@noirchatsdeux it so is! They’ll sit there seething about how ‘ they've been treated’. No self-awareness, not even a basic understanding of cause and effect.
I used to care about what people thought, less and less as I get older. I certainly don't give a fuck about her opinion of me.
It's a real shame about Xmas. I think I might say to Mr Monkey that he finds somewhere. I can't bear my mum’s sense of responsibility to the Hag and doing the right thing. I had to be really assertive with my mum over that last Xmas. By lunchtime Xmas day, my mum had said “the Hag is incredibly manipulate and I see what you mean”. By evening, she was putting narcissist on the scrabble board which had me in hysterics. So, my mum does know, but is ‘kind’.
@DFOD good on you with your children. So many women on this forum worry that they will parent in the same way as they were ‘parented’. No way, you don't arrive at the realisation of all that toxicity and repeat it all. So many women here working really, really hard to get out of the poison around them through reading, through talking, through therapy. It's all hard work, but worth it.
Roll up, roll up for a Hag CLASSIC. So, I'm cooking dinner, Mr Monkey calls the Hag, he's not spoken to her since Friday. To be applauded.
A classic conversation follows.
But, first CONTEXT.
During his day at work today, Slave Son phoned him. Apparently, someone on his street got SHOT. And there was a drugs raid when ten crates of cannabis was seized by the police yesterday. It is VERY dodgy inner city Manchester and it’s only going to get worse. A few years ago the polce were reported to smash his door in with a battering ram on a DRUG’S RAID until a neighbour said the den of inequity was up the street three doors down. 😂
MM: I think you're going to have to move, mate. That's not good.
Slave Son: yeah, I think I need to.
They talk about various solutions. A flat, sheltered place etc. Just the beginning of a conversation. This is all Positive as Slave Son is disabled and his slum is a death trap.
Hag starts conversation: have you heard what happened?
Cue huge drama and “I'm so worried about him there”. Attention seeking crap.
MM: “yes, it's terrible. I spoke to him this afternoon. He rang me.”
Hag: “oh, did he?” She can't stand them talking.
MM: “yes, he was saying he's thinking of moving. It's not safe.”
Hag: well, where would he go?
MM: “a flat.”
Hag deliberately doesn't ‘understand’. What's a flat? Total word salad starts. She's biding for time.
“Well, he won't like that. He's got a perfectly nice house. All his friends live there. How would he go to his club?”
THIS, ladies, is about her.
SHE used to live in exactly the same kind of house. Round the corner, of course.
The friends are people SHE knows.
And the club is where SHE was a barmaid for 30 years.
Absolute classic.
Instructed MM that he can sort it all out with Slave Son and that I'm not getting involved with the inevitable drama from the Hag and by extension Slave Son. I'm not doing flat searches, organizing viewings etc. De nada.
MM sees that it's all about her. I don't need to explain that anymore.
A normal person would bend over backwards to support her son, a 64 year old vulnerable, disabled man to move out of a street that is going to become like the wild west. But no, it's about her, it's not about what's right and caring.
Jesus, MM’s family.
I've just had to laugh into my wine.