I really ought to be in bed...
Mar. 16th, 2005 03:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lance_sibleyMy mother called around 8 tonight, all upset because my grandmother's lawyer had apparently told her that I had "said something" about the fact that we're disagreeing about the interpretation of my grandmother's will. According to my mother, I shouldn't have said anything because now she "looks like a fool".
It was the usual long, drawn-out argument, which I tried to get out of on multiple occasions because my dinner was getting cold, but she wouldn't let me off the phone. Apparently I'm an ungrateful, bitter, hateful little child...
Ungrateful? Perhaps. After all, every time I have to interact with her I need a bottle of Maalox afterwards. I'm not grateful for that.
Bitter? Only about my ex-husband. *grin*
Hateful? Hardly. I hate what she does, and the way that she behaves towards me, but that's not the same thing at all.
Child? Yeah, right. 37 years old, and I'm still a child. Sure.
And she expects my unthinking respect.
Oh, and she went on at length about how offended and upset she is that I have people in my life whom I consider to be equivalent to family. According to her, the only family I have are her and my father. Then again, this is the woman who referred to my ex-in-laws as "those strangers you insist on living with instead of living with me".
Anyway, she arranged an appointment with the lawyer for 8 o'clock in the morning. Here it is, ten after 3 and I'm still at the computer... as if I could sleep anyway. I really wish she'd given me a little notice; when I said so, she said, "Well, that's the only time I could see him, because he leaves at 4 every day and I have to work." (Oh, yeah, apparently she thinks that the way you get a job in IT these days is still to get dressed up and go from office to office, dropping off unsolicited resumes, because she sees people coming into her office for interviews.)
Well, I should probably try to get some sleep, otherwise I'll bowl like crap tomorrow night. (Tomorrow is Wednesday, isn't it?)
Or maybe I'll just stay up all night, and take a nap after the meeting with the lawyer. Whatever.
It was the usual long, drawn-out argument, which I tried to get out of on multiple occasions because my dinner was getting cold, but she wouldn't let me off the phone. Apparently I'm an ungrateful, bitter, hateful little child...
Ungrateful? Perhaps. After all, every time I have to interact with her I need a bottle of Maalox afterwards. I'm not grateful for that.
Bitter? Only about my ex-husband. *grin*
Hateful? Hardly. I hate what she does, and the way that she behaves towards me, but that's not the same thing at all.
Child? Yeah, right. 37 years old, and I'm still a child. Sure.
And she expects my unthinking respect.
Oh, and she went on at length about how offended and upset she is that I have people in my life whom I consider to be equivalent to family. According to her, the only family I have are her and my father. Then again, this is the woman who referred to my ex-in-laws as "those strangers you insist on living with instead of living with me".
Anyway, she arranged an appointment with the lawyer for 8 o'clock in the morning. Here it is, ten after 3 and I'm still at the computer... as if I could sleep anyway. I really wish she'd given me a little notice; when I said so, she said, "Well, that's the only time I could see him, because he leaves at 4 every day and I have to work." (Oh, yeah, apparently she thinks that the way you get a job in IT these days is still to get dressed up and go from office to office, dropping off unsolicited resumes, because she sees people coming into her office for interviews.)
Well, I should probably try to get some sleep, otherwise I'll bowl like crap tomorrow night. (Tomorrow is Wednesday, isn't it?)
Or maybe I'll just stay up all night, and take a nap after the meeting with the lawyer. Whatever.
