My Dad and his wife were supposed to take me out for dinner to celebrate my birthday. When the doorbell rang only my dad was on the other side. Why? Because his wife decided that she doesn't trust me. Why? Because I don't call my Dad back as soon as he calls and she feels I've blown him off for the past year.
Huh, let's see. He ALWAYS calls while I'm working. Whether that be at my day job or my part time job. To me that's a passive agressive way to not actually have to talk to someone when you know they won't be able to talk to you.
I work about 50-55 hours per week, sometimes more. When I'm home I want to spend time with MY husband or quilt. I've even started hand sewing so that I'm downstairs with him more often. The last thing I want to do is be on the phone when I'm on the phone all day long at my day job. Texting and emails...LOVE THEM. When I have time to correspond with people at night it's usually 11pm or later. Does he want me to start calling at that time of night? Cause I could.
So we're at dinner and he's GRILLING me about when I work and what my schedule is like. Like I'm lying to him or something. Gee, if you'd ever turn on your computer and TRY to learn anything about your daughter you'd even see that I have a calendar of my whereabouts right on my blog.
Then he waits until Mike goes to the bathroom and launches into the whole why his wife doesn't trust me. And how she's afraid that I'll just stop talking to him like I did previously when my parents divorced.
Um, wait...now let's back up here. Like I did previously? Oh, I see so we're back to blaming ME for all of that. Not taking any responsiblity yourself?
And they expect me TO be more free with my phone calls in the future? What am I supposed to do, call on a weekly basis just to say, "Write down that I called, I have nothing to say, buh bye." I want to scream, "You've turned into your mother...everything tit for tat, complain that people don't visit or call."
I have NOTHING in common with them. It's painful to go there. It's painful to be on the phone with him. He doesn't get quilting and thinks it's just some lame 30 minutes a month thing that I dabble in. This of course from people who HAVE NO HOBBIES.
You'd think talking to them that the sun rises and sets on her son. That's ALL they can ever talk about. He's done this, this and that. In comparison, I'm nothing and believe me, it's made quite clear that I'm nothing in comparison. You'd think that I wouldn't have to be compared since I'm a totally different person. But, I am.
This is no Brady Bunch, that's for sure. Yet; I should still come for Christmas. Excuse me? What? Now let's talk about Christmas for a second. Months ago they invited me to Thanksgiving and Christmas. I said I'd do Thanksgiving and that Christmas would have to be Christmas Eve since I spend Christmas Day with my Mom. Weeks go by he calls and tells ME that they're going to go to California to spend Christmas with her son since I said I won't spend it with them. Huh? What? Fine, go to California but really why did you need to blame me? Does it make you feel better about yourself?
Someday when you can go back to treating me like ME your kid we'll be ok. Until then just keep going to California for Christmas. Oh, and thank you for the guilt and bullshit you dealt me for my birthday...it really put me in the mood to celebrate.