@Sicario you are so right about the toxics ramping up the shit when they know you've sussed them, challenging them or have said adios. It's exactly what we see with the Hag.
@briarhill the added Catholic guilt and let's be a good Irish catholic son is exactly what Mr Monkey has about his mother aka The Hag. I think he's got it more under control how to feeling sad for her, but not guilty. She's made this shit life for herself.
It is incredibly hard to leave the Catholic guilt behind.
She's REALLY made it shit right now.
Mr Monkey takes her to a medical appointment on Friday. Usual low level sniping and whining.
Where she tells him the latest...
Her latest is that she ‘mistakenly’ threw a binsack of clothes (rags) destined for the washing machine into the bins in her flats last Wednesday so she has no clothes.
This crap about having no clothes has been a constant drama for the last three years - she looks a state - but has really ramped up recently.
Even before chucking a bin sack of clothes into the bins, but it has been the leading feature for the last two weeks.
No, I don't want to go to Sainsburys (down the road) as I don't like trying things on or get clothes online so I can try them on at home.
It goes round and round and round into the crescendo of her usual screaming.
Something doesn't add up to me.
I strongly suspect she's thrown them away ‘accidentally on purpose’ in a fit of rage / self-loathing or calculatedly to increase the drama, the guilt and the spite. She really is that mad.
He takes her back to her lair after the appointment.
There's a guy stood outside her block of flats having a cigarette. MM drops the Hag off - more screaming.
MM goes downstairs and the guy is still outside.
“Is that your mum?
“Yes”
“I need to talk to you about her”
It seems that the ‘neighbour trouble’ which has been going on since December and we knew about isn't as straightforward as presented to us. Of course not.
Her version: “there's this man the flat downstairs from me and his telly is on so loud that I have to go down all the time to complain. He's horrible to me.”
How she could hear his TV over her 300 decibels TV is beyond me.
MM really concerned about it.
I know the conversations wouldn't have been polite, there would have been her nasty jabbing finger and her vitriol. She's a four foot eight inch bag of spleen.
MM has suggested that she talks to the Caretaker or the Housing Association - refusal - or he’ll talk to them for her.
She's in uproar about MM taking it up for her, which I should have realised often happens when something doesn't stack up. We've had this over the carers.
It turns out the neighbour (really nice) is away during the week so there is NO TV on and sometimes the Hag has been screaming at him when he's just home from work (no TV on) or in the shower. It was so bad last week that he said it's harrassment and I will report you to the police.
He’s a really nice guy just doing his best to try and sort it out and tells MM that of course, he wouldn't report her and that it's to stop her behaviour. She hasn't been around since he told her this.
MM gets home and rings her to tell her the upshot of the conversation and to put the neighbour’s version of events to her. Hag slams the phone down. Not been heard of since.
Both exercises of her utter bullshit.
Disposal of clothes - to induce more conflict.
Neighbour - to demonstrate she can’t possibly live there.
It's like a FILM.