- 5 years ago
- Wedding: September 2014
I know, I know: another “I-cannot-handle-my-fucking-mother” post from me. Shocking.
**The usual disclaimer: we are not dealing with June Cleaver here. Should you need any evidence of that, feel free to peruse my many threads on this subject.
So, the War Department is at it again.
After starting off my week with texting me at 8 in the morning Monday to bitch and moan about her soon to be ex husband (#5), she is back from her one day furlough and is now texting me again. Today’s latest and greatest:
Her: Where are you? What are you doing? Are you at work? (hello? Am I at work? Is it Wednesday at 3pm?)
Her: What’s YOUR problem?
Me: I’m at work
Her: Well you can still text me, it’s not like you can’t.
Me: I actually can’t, I’m really busy
Her: Well I need you to come highlight my hair this weekend. (I’d like to take this opportunity to point out that I am not a colorist, I work in finance. I’d also like to add that the War Department just recieved a hefty sum of money from her ongoing divorce and can most definitely afford highlights) So what day can you come?
Me: I cant, I don’t know how to highlight hair and I have a wedding this weekend
Her: Both days?
I chose not to respond to that last text, and her subsequent ones indicate she is probably drunk or just in one of her nasty, patronizing moods.
She truly has no idea that every word she says is coming back to bite her. After one of her little text fits last month where she took shots at Boyfriend or Best Friend, she will not be informed when we get engaged, and if she keeps this up I may leave her out of any wedding knowledge all together, since all she can seem to do is be nasty.
Should I be informing her of this or just let her dig her own grave on this one? She’s not the kind of person you can fire back at unless you want something thrown at your head.