Here’s the email I sent to my good friend, thenakedredhead.
Red,
I miss our long email conversations. I think I’ve said that before.
Just because I know you’ll understand and empathize a bit, I really need to bitch about my family.
I just hate the lot of them (minus my grandpa… he’s wonderful).
My mother still makes passive aggressive comments about how I won’t come to her house. Listen lady, you smoke; your husband smokes; your house reeks of smoke. I am not brining my baby into that. Am. Not. I think it’s sad that she’s more concerned with us not being there for “special” dinners than she is about her grandson’s health. There’s a major disconnect. Smoking and second-hand smoke cause cancer, increase the risk of SIDS in children, can bring on a host of breathing problems… for other people, that is. For her, none of that is true. I’m just a stuck up bitch who doesn’t want to expose her child to GERMS. Germs! She actually thinks that I’m not bringing the baby there b/c there are germs in her house.
My father is still dating the 24-year-old whore of the valley. I’m waiting to see if he asks (read: tells me) he’s brining her to the baby’s birthday party on Saturday. She is not welcome. He’s not going to be happy. But anyway… how freaking dysfunctional is that? He is nearly 50 years old. He’s dating this broken girl and playing daddy to her. And somehow, no one sees this as being unhealthy and inappropriate. My sister thinks it’s “crummy” that I don’t want her at Baboo’s party. Speaking of..
I still just hate my sister. Even after trying to work things out with her, she is still the same. Nothing is her fault… what she says is best… I’m still a fuck-up for raising my son as I see fit. Breastfeeding is gross, foreskins are gross, only dumb people don’t vaccinate their children, blah, blah, blah. I can’t stand her. I get no joy out of her being in my life. I don’t think Baboo gains anything much either. Why do I even try?
My cousin and her family (husband and two little girls) aren’t coming to Baboo’s birthday party b/c her husband’s brother is in from Texas and his mother is having a birthday party for him. This guy has to be in his 40s at least, and I know he’s coming in from out of town, but my son’s party is from 1-3 in the afternoon. She can’t spare an hour for the kid’s first birthday? My aunt (my dad’s sister) also isn’t coming b/c “she has people coming in that day and doesn’t know what time they’re leaving. Plus, to commit to something that might not even happen wouldn’t be fair to anyone.” Huh? Yeah… apparently because the party is at a park and I said that if there are torrential downpours I would cancel or move the party to my house it means that it “might not even happen.” The truth is, I’ll be happier that the lot of them aren’t there, but I think the excuses are lame. L.A.M.E. This is the same group of people who bitch because I didn’t spend Thanksgiving and Christmas with them. Christ… they wonder why? Why in the world would I want to spend time with people who don’t act like my family rates at all?
And Red, I know you’re disgruntled with the modern-day church, but I have to say… I love my church community. I mean, yeah, there’s some dysfunction, but the majority of it is, “Oh, so-and-so brought white wine… I really wanted red wine with dinner.” I can deal with having the wrong color wine at dinner. The family stuff makes me want to move far, far away.
On that note… have I mentioned that the husband applied for a job in San Diego? He has a phone interview on the 25th (though he’s considering flying out there… he wants it that badly). There’s a good chance we’ll be moving. If that happens, I’ll get to leave all this family shit behind. Woo hoo for that.
Hope your day is going better than mine.
Love,
me
