Sorry I've not been posting much of late....but don't worry, all is ok on the weightloss front. Actually, that's probably the only thing that IS going right these days.
Ok..... as most of you know, I have issues with my mother. Not just because she torments me with God awful ugly clothes, but there are other reasons...... reasons I can't get into. Things that she let happen to me when I was a child. Things that I will NEVER forgive her for. I think most of you know by now, I consider myself a very loving person and for me to still hold this inside...... well, let's just say, it's not a good thing.
My Dad....well, let's just say I do not have a relationship with him. AT ALL. And I am FINE with that. I don't think I ever really had a "Dad". I had, I suppose...someone that
fathered me. That was about it. He never showed any emotion, unless it was anger. The only time he showed me warmth....it was the wrong kind.
Anyways....and I am most definitely rambling..... My brother has always been the favorite. I'm not really sure why, but he has. It's not something I'm imagining and no, I don't have "Jan Brady Syndrome"... you pretty much know who the "Golden Child" in our family is.... and that's fine.
Last week, we went over to my Mom's house to mow her yard while she was out of town and Trey went through the house and counted 27 pictures of my brother's new baby girl..... and there are exactly only
2 of him. It greatly hurt his feelings. He kept asking me, "Why doesn't mamaw have lots of pictures of me too?" Don't get me wrong, I don't hold a grudge against my sweet little niece, she can't help it....I love her to pieces.... and this is where the drama really starts.
Steve, my brother...as some of you might or might not know, lives in Florida. In the last two years, I might have seen him 4 times. The baby was born in March and I've got to see her once. The last time they came to town, he didn't even come over and see me. I was heartbroken, because I just love my neice. I always wanted a girl....and our family has had generations and generations of boys....so when we finally had a girl, it was so exciting. Anyways..... I just love her.
Well, we heard a couple of weeks ago, that Steve has decided that he is going to move back to Tennessee. Good news, right? Well, hopefully. Steve and I have never really been close because I am a very open person and he got that lovely "closed off" personality from my Dad, so we don't mesh very well. He has a tendency to think everybody owes him something and in short.... can be a real A$$. BUT.....all I knew is that my little niece was moving home!!
So... Mom comes into work yesterday and asks me....
now get this: if dh and I will ride down to Steve's house in Florida to help him get the U-haul loaded up and help him drive back. (14 hour drive) First of all..... I'd rather be boiled in oil, and while still crispy and alive, be chopped up into little pieces, (feeling each cut) and be fed to my worst enemy than to ride 14 hours in the backseat of the "caddy" with my Mom and Dad. Besides that, I have to work on Saturday, so
. So Steve calls me and I tell him that I can't get off work... (and even if I could....I DON'T THINK SO) So, he says that why can't Ron ride down with Mom and Dad because he wants him to drive the truck back because he won't be leaving Florida at the same time because he has some "loose ends" to tie up.
TRANSLATION: I want your husband to ride in the backseat of **** with Mom and Dad for 14 hours, just to get here in time to eek out a few hours of sleep so he can get up and load all my crap into the U-Haul truck and drive it back to Tennessee and once it gets here.....guess who's expected to unload it? Once again.....I DON'T THINK SO.
So, I very politely apologize and tell him that due to work issues and other things..... (Trey might have a football game on Saturday) that he can't do it. Well, Steve starts getting all pissy and hateful with me.....telling me he can't believe I won't help him and
I can't even tell you how many times we have helped him. Ron has laid on the side of the interstate and fixed Steve's car because he was too lazy or dumb to do it himself. He's helped him change motors in cars....you name it, he's done it. Heck, we were the ones that took off work (without pay, mind you) to move him down there in the first place.
Anyways....long story short, (or have we passed that point) when I told Steve that he couldn't.... AFTER he yelled at me and made me feel 1/2 of an inch tall....he said, "Well, just remember, I'm the type of person that
holds grudges. I said, "Yeah, (rather wearily at this point) I know what type of person you are." He said, "Yeah, and when I hold grudges, I hold
other things."
TRANSLATION: Since you can't do what I want you to do, then you won't see your niece when I move back.
I have cried all day today because he is just mean and hateful enough to keep her from me....and the worst part of it is, Mom of course....is on his side and I come out looking like the bad one.
I'm sorry this story has taken forever, but I just had to talk to you guys. I am SO upset.