Shibuya 109

You know, the one where you’re trapped for eternity and it just so happens that your mother is there? Yeah, that one. For the love of Odin, that woman needs to get the hell out of my life, I’m a grown ass lady! Why the hell won’t she just leave me alone? And don’t give me all that she’s my mother and she loves me BS, not every mother loves their children and mine’s living proof of that.

She calls me out of the blue today to tell me that she’s already promised her friend that I’ll take care of her mentally/physically handicapped sister. Okay, that’s fine, I can handle that. For how long? Thursday, she tells me. What does that mean? Thursday is not a proper response to the question, “For how long?” – is it? Then she says UNTIL Thursday. Well, wtf does that mean?

Finally (after almost a half an hour of arguing) she comes to the chase. She promised her friend that I’d go down there today and stay until Friday morning. Plus the take-care-ee in question can’t be left alone for even a few minutes and I have no transportation, so that means I’d be in that house by myself for a week without my own groceries. And no, I am not the kind of person who goes to someone’s house and thinks it’s fine to eat out of their fridge.

Well, obviously, I went off the deep end because my mother does this all the time. See, she doesn’t ever think twice about promising someone else’s help without asking them because she likes being a big shot (she once tried to snap her fingers at her boss to get him to bring her a cup of Joe, and no that’s not a joke), and most of her promises end up keeping me busy for days or weeks, and cost me money in the process. It’s not that she doesn’t think I’m busy, which I am, it’s that she doesn’t give a flying crap if I am or not. She just doesn’t care.

Everyone’s time is her time, everyone’s business is her business, everyone’s money is her money. If you have a talent, knack or know a craft? Don’t let her know, you’ll end up doing it for free for the rest of your life. I kind of wish that my hatred of her was enough to make me go back on every promise I’d ever made. I realize that family is all important to my people, but this is ridiculous.

I’m so glad I’m not Wiccan, because I wish so much ill on that bitch. It’s not that I don’t care if something bad happens to her, because wanting it to happen is technically caring. So I do care. She better not come by here tonight or by Odin I’ll share, too.

Categorized as Ranting