Soooo.....
The old folks are enroute. Happy Happy Joy Joy. Yea, I'm so happy I could, what? Spit....
This time though, the visit is about 5 days -- still, enough time for a field trip, since I'm NOT taking anytime off. Me thinks they'll enjoy getting acquainted with Helen, GA. Afterall, pops has been asking me about the place since he had a timeshare exchange come up. And moms, well, she loves her an alpine village and one of her namesake, just can't be all that bad, now can it? May they find out.
Interestingly enough, I wanna go. Not so much to Helen, that can be a date, should I ever HAVE one, but come to find out Babyland General is in the general vicinity and item #93 on the 101 Things list is what -- visit Babyland General and see where Cabbage Patch Kids come from! So you KNOW I am all about that! Always down to cross some more things off the list :)
But I gotta get my MIND right in the next 24 hours because the old folks will be staying with yours truly. I've been in my guest room since the weekend, cuz Moms doesn't do futons, no matter how expensive, or nice, firm, fluffy or quality they are. But I also gotta get my mind right because right now, we are not speaking to each other. Well, moms and I are cool -- imagine that -- but Daddy and I, we're smack dab in the middle of a what? A mis-under-fucking-standing!! I have not spoken to him since I hung up on him over a week ago.
This is NOT good, folks!
The menz in my family have me peeved -- well, with the exception of my Papa, but he's getting to be too senile to piss anyone off, gotta luv him! But my father, and my brother -- I really don't need to talk to either one of them anytime soon, but as luck would have it, someone is gonna have to speak to someone in less than 24 hours. And we KNOW it won't be my brother speaking to me, cuz I ain't heard from his azz since he walked outta my door Christmas Day!
I feel my daddy's pain, truly, I do. But he can stop preaching at me. He needs to talk to his son. I can't do nothing for him. If his son can't figure out how to maintain familial relationships, then he needs to be the one to guide him on that. That ain't my job, as I OFTEN tell BOTH my parents when it comes to both my siblings -- "that ain't my child." Please handle your own.
What is all boils down to is this:
Neither my brother, his wife, nor his children, my beloved "lil people" can manage to keep in contact with either me or my sister. Apparently their fingers and toes are all broken and they can't make phone calls and they damn sure don't know how to get on 285 and drive to my side of town. Oh, but they know how to call my parents and beg for moolah. But that's neither here, nor there. Well actually, its HERE, because when they do go a begging, I hear from my parents, with an inquisition. My response is always -- "shit, don't ask me, I don't talk to them negroes, they don't talk to me! You got questions -- ask THEM!!!"
Let the record show for approximately 1.5 years after my moving to Atlanta, every visit with "them negroes on the southside" was initated by me and involved me traveling some 35+ miles to their house to shuttle kids around the metro atlanta area. Gas prices went up, Auntie sj got tired...and broke, especially since I not once even got a phone call and to this day I don't hear from them! Oh, scratch that, when my niece had a celly she did text me to death, but THAT is neither here nor there. In general, I concluded, if I wanted to be a part of their lives, it would be up to me, because my lazy, trifling, brother sure wasn't gonna make an effort to see that I was. But that's also his wife's fault. I can't EVEN begin to go there....
So, these days, it's like I don't have a brother, or niece and nephews in the general vicinity because they sure don't attempt to be a part of my world, nor include me in theirs. Christmas was a suprise fluke -- I was shocked as hell, that they showed up! Ain't spoken to any of them since. That's a lie -- Moms was here in January and she MADE me go over there. Ain't been no communication between us since. Why? Because I haven't made the effort. Ask them negroes on the southside, if they even thought about it....
So, when my father calls me at a quarter to midnight, the day I get back from New Orleans, dead tired, and TELLS me that I have to "plan your brothers birthday party", and when I initially say, negative, he responds with "don't give me any lip", I say hell, fuck nah and hang up the damn phone. And who the hell is he talking to like that? I am, what? A grown azz woman, dawg. Yea, I may be your child, but respect the woman. Damn a birthday party, not on my time or my dime. The reasons for that are much deeper, I just don't feel like typing it all out.
I'm just tired, really. I really don't have much patience for men in general, no, I am admitting that, but this ongoing nonsense with my family is really taking the cake. I can't "be nice" anymore, so I'd rather remove myself from the situations, but damnit if my parents wanna keep me involved. As I said, I feel their pain, but they are preaching at the WRONG child. The woman in me knows when to give up and let go.....I hope my parents come around soon.
..::More to Come::..
The old folks are enroute. Happy Happy Joy Joy. Yea, I'm so happy I could, what? Spit....
This time though, the visit is about 5 days -- still, enough time for a field trip, since I'm NOT taking anytime off. Me thinks they'll enjoy getting acquainted with Helen, GA. Afterall, pops has been asking me about the place since he had a timeshare exchange come up. And moms, well, she loves her an alpine village and one of her namesake, just can't be all that bad, now can it? May they find out.
Interestingly enough, I wanna go. Not so much to Helen, that can be a date, should I ever HAVE one, but come to find out Babyland General is in the general vicinity and item #93 on the 101 Things list is what -- visit Babyland General and see where Cabbage Patch Kids come from! So you KNOW I am all about that! Always down to cross some more things off the list :)
But I gotta get my MIND right in the next 24 hours because the old folks will be staying with yours truly. I've been in my guest room since the weekend, cuz Moms doesn't do futons, no matter how expensive, or nice, firm, fluffy or quality they are. But I also gotta get my mind right because right now, we are not speaking to each other. Well, moms and I are cool -- imagine that -- but Daddy and I, we're smack dab in the middle of a what? A mis-under-fucking-standing!! I have not spoken to him since I hung up on him over a week ago.
This is NOT good, folks!
The menz in my family have me peeved -- well, with the exception of my Papa, but he's getting to be too senile to piss anyone off, gotta luv him! But my father, and my brother -- I really don't need to talk to either one of them anytime soon, but as luck would have it, someone is gonna have to speak to someone in less than 24 hours. And we KNOW it won't be my brother speaking to me, cuz I ain't heard from his azz since he walked outta my door Christmas Day!
I feel my daddy's pain, truly, I do. But he can stop preaching at me. He needs to talk to his son. I can't do nothing for him. If his son can't figure out how to maintain familial relationships, then he needs to be the one to guide him on that. That ain't my job, as I OFTEN tell BOTH my parents when it comes to both my siblings -- "that ain't my child." Please handle your own.
What is all boils down to is this:
Neither my brother, his wife, nor his children, my beloved "lil people" can manage to keep in contact with either me or my sister. Apparently their fingers and toes are all broken and they can't make phone calls and they damn sure don't know how to get on 285 and drive to my side of town. Oh, but they know how to call my parents and beg for moolah. But that's neither here, nor there. Well actually, its HERE, because when they do go a begging, I hear from my parents, with an inquisition. My response is always -- "shit, don't ask me, I don't talk to them negroes, they don't talk to me! You got questions -- ask THEM!!!"
Let the record show for approximately 1.5 years after my moving to Atlanta, every visit with "them negroes on the southside" was initated by me and involved me traveling some 35+ miles to their house to shuttle kids around the metro atlanta area. Gas prices went up, Auntie sj got tired...and broke, especially since I not once even got a phone call and to this day I don't hear from them! Oh, scratch that, when my niece had a celly she did text me to death, but THAT is neither here nor there. In general, I concluded, if I wanted to be a part of their lives, it would be up to me, because my lazy, trifling, brother sure wasn't gonna make an effort to see that I was. But that's also his wife's fault. I can't EVEN begin to go there....
So, these days, it's like I don't have a brother, or niece and nephews in the general vicinity because they sure don't attempt to be a part of my world, nor include me in theirs. Christmas was a suprise fluke -- I was shocked as hell, that they showed up! Ain't spoken to any of them since. That's a lie -- Moms was here in January and she MADE me go over there. Ain't been no communication between us since. Why? Because I haven't made the effort. Ask them negroes on the southside, if they even thought about it....
So, when my father calls me at a quarter to midnight, the day I get back from New Orleans, dead tired, and TELLS me that I have to "plan your brothers birthday party", and when I initially say, negative, he responds with "don't give me any lip", I say hell, fuck nah and hang up the damn phone. And who the hell is he talking to like that? I am, what? A grown azz woman, dawg. Yea, I may be your child, but respect the woman. Damn a birthday party, not on my time or my dime. The reasons for that are much deeper, I just don't feel like typing it all out.
I'm just tired, really. I really don't have much patience for men in general, no, I am admitting that, but this ongoing nonsense with my family is really taking the cake. I can't "be nice" anymore, so I'd rather remove myself from the situations, but damnit if my parents wanna keep me involved. As I said, I feel their pain, but they are preaching at the WRONG child. The woman in me knows when to give up and let go.....I hope my parents come around soon.
..::More to Come::..
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I pray thing get better for you.
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