It finally happened, the family went nuclear and not in the cute 1947 terminology. Yesterday evening after a long day at work and a trip to the gym and grocery store, I came home to see Beverly’s car parked in the driveway. I immediately knew that Matt would be flippant and pissed of and inevitably set me off too like a chain reaction.
Low and behold that would just be the start of the evening!
After finding out that Beverly’s car was overheating and that she was going to be staying overnight, I just knew it was gonna get worse. At that point I spent the standard hour with Matt trying to console and contain his rage to a tolerable level. When everything had finally calmed down a bit I was ready to finally get started on my homework (9pm). I go out to grab some ice and Beverly chimes up from the living room that my mom had fallen and hurt herself in the garage.
I go and inspect her foot and sure enough it’s swollen. I figure she just gave it a good twist so I go ahead and grab my keys and run up to the local CVS to grab some Icy/Hot sleeves to wrap around her foot and ankle. After that gets applied I think, ok I can get on my homework and then finally get some rest.
My mom proceeds to call my sister Donna to let her know that she’s done a number on her ankle and will not be able to limp around Parkland Hospital with my other sister Kim who’s dying of cancer. My mom calls me in her room and says Donna was being short with her about not going with them and I need to call her and let her know she’s not lying about it.
Sure enough Donna gives me lip too and I’m not exactly pleased but to tired at this point to get into an argument.
I’ve now officially given up on homework for the evening and just decide to wrap it up and go to bed.
**Knock Knock**, Beverly at the door, says mom wants to go to the hospital to get the leg/ankle checked out.
FUCK!!!!
I get dressed, and for some reason mom has Beverly come up to the hospital with us?!? After sitting in a waiting room for a good hour and listening to Beverly and my mom talk about death and Kim dying and etc.. (reminder, never invite them to a dinner party if I have one, they’d totally bring it down). We are finally admitted to another room where the conversations continue and then they finally X-ray my mom’s foot. Doc comes back, it’s a fracture. Can’t walk on it for a month, here’s some crutches and a prescrip for pain pills.
We get back (1am), send an email to family explaining what happened, and also filled in Matt and he just loses crying and sobbing that he feels trapped and that he’s 25 and how the worlds ending because he’s stuck at my mom’s house, because he knows that this means more Beverly around the house. More of her annoying hacking and smoking and just being there. I try my best to console him on my limited energy and just give up and try to sleep (somewhere around 1 or 2 am).
I get up at 6am and all I can do is just function. I head off to work and I’m progressively getting angry at the entire situation. Matt’s reaction, Donna’s reaction and the overall scope of the situation. Then I get into work and see a response to last nights email.
It’s Donna. [Quick backtrack: She's been on a anti-mom, pissed off rant about her lack of parenting, probably brought about by the fact that our sister Kim who is going to die this time from the bout of cancer.] Her response to the email was a bitchy one and that just set me off. I told my niece via IM to tell Donna to fuck off and keep her shitty ass comments to herself.
I’m so explosive today that I’ve bawled twice this morning.
I am done with my Mom and her selfishness, Kim and her cancer and Donna and her shitty attitude.
I’ve already phoned an apartment locater, Matt and I are gone in a month.
The family can take care of Mom and Kim.