@Stickytoff that’s so incredibly brave of you. Sexual abuse/violence is so shaming (personal experience) that it's so hard to speak out. How your parents live with themselves - God only knows.
Jesus, the fucking hag today is EXCELLING herself today.
So, she's had this disgusting canker on her face for a year. Could be cancer, but of course better to refuse to go to the doctor about it DESPITE GOING TO THE DOCTOR CONSTANTLY where she could just bring it up. Mr Monkey was practically begging her to go to see the doctor. I told him not to beg, but I get his worry. Er, actually I DON’T.
It was when the CARERS told her to see her doctor that she did so. She got referred.
She sat on our sofa on Xmas Day and announced to her gathered ‘fans’ (hardly) that she had cancer. It is not cancer, as it hasn't been diagnosed.
No one engaged.
So, today, MM has chased up the appointment for her, it is next Tuesday.
He has Covid so he can’t take her as mingling with chemo patients etc.
There has been no point telling her about his Covid as she would turn it into a drama. The drama, of course, would be like earlier last year when we both had it and were isolating. Huge drama because we’d stolen her limelight and she wanted to get Covid (if only) of course, there was no questions from either Hag or Slave Son (because his focus is entirely on Hag because of her abuse of him) as to what we might need so we relied on our neighbours and my mum who lives 30 minutes drive away.
Anyway, back to Cancer World War Three.
I immediately said I'm not taking her (pat on the back to me) which he was fine with. I didn't need to give an excuse about tons of work piled up due to her utter shit before Xmas where I lost three days of concentration due to her SCREAMING.
‘My mum might be able to take her’ - she probably would.
MM phones her, she can’t as taking a nice old lady to an appointment.
So, MM calls Slave Son ‘can you take her?’
‘Yep’
MM phones Hag with this solution. Cue SCREAMING despite him explaining he is still infectious and can't risk cancer patients. Of course, this is of absolutely no interest to the nice Irish Catholic lady. Why would they matter? He tries to persuade her that Slave Son is capable of taking her, yes, he’s disabled but takes himself to that hospital in a taxi for his neurological appointments. Cue SCREAMING. She wants MM to take her.
‘You need to go to the appointment and can't take you’
‘Why not?’
‘I’ve explained’
‘Well, I won't go then’
‘You need to go as they need to check it out and if we cancel we won't get an appointment immediately’
SHE. SLAMS. DOWN. THE. PHONE.
Me: ‘phone Slave Son and get him to sort it with her. He's 50% responsible for her now’
He phones Slave Son. Slave Son agrees to call her and take her.
I tell MM to switch off his phone for the rest of the time he's at work today (at home, working for a front line charity) and let Slave Son deal with it all. Not sure whether he has.
MM needs to swerve all of this shit.
This one is going to run and run and run. I hope it is cancer.
The fact that I've completely checked out from her, my mum is disengaged, she's resentful of and cut off from her wider family - her nephew lives 2 minutes walk from us, but she NEVER makes the effort and I'm pretty sure he thinks she's a freak - means she has fuck all support. And we will NOT be taking more on.
End to End Martyrdom and Emotional Abuse.
You could not make this shit up.