No Surprises

I'm coming today to vent.

I love my mum and dad. Unconditionally and insanely.
I hate my grandmother (dad's side). Conditionally and sanely.
But that might change. Unconditionally and insanely being common.

She's a right bitch that one. Always been mean to my mother, always been mean to other daughter in laws. You get the gist. You've seen that TV serial.

And I know the drill. Life's not fair, blah blah blah. And another blah. She's elder and senile and all those excuses. I've heard them all before.

I still don't see the light.

I'm sure she won't pop it soon (or soon enough) or won't suddenly make an about turn and start being a loving one rather than an insecure grouch. Yes, I've been through all those thoughts and permutations in between before. If you label me a rank amateur in your head, you've got the wrong joe.

So what can I do. Other than a shoulder shrug and a sigh.

Mum's suffered a lot. Still does. And I feel so helpless so far away. So far away. So fucking far away.

That's all.

Comments

Heathcliffs Girl said…
you can call her names in your head. i call mine evil thing from space and toothy crone and it helps! momentarily
May 21, 2010 at 11:39 PM
Anonymous said…
I cut some family members out from my life entirely. I have an Aunt who is just EVIL to my mother so I refuse to call her, answer her calls, or even chat with her. I never visit when she's in town. She is dead to me. And ignoring her completely somehow made her want to try and fix things but still I am totally and completely ignoring her and it makes me feel great.
May 22, 2010 at 9:44 PM
Australis said…
:( :( This story is all too common with our parents' generation I think. All you can do is listen, support, and make sure no one ever treats your wife that way.

HUG.
May 25, 2010 at 11:10 PM
OrangeJammies said…
I'll add my sigh to yours. Are you in the Big Smoke? 'Coz I am. For a little while longer.
May 26, 2010 at 4:33 PM
CrazyDiamond said…
@Heathcliffs Girl: I think I will. It's working already actually. For the moment that is :)

@Ravenwood: See, I could ignore the grannie and perhaps do to quite an extent. But my mum can't and that's what matters.

@Australis: Thanks. Remember the punch.

@OJ: my sigh smiles at your sigh and yells a big welcome.
Big Smoke? you mean this island of manhattan? sorry, it's too cryptic for my intelligence. If yes, then yes I am. Whereabouts?
May 27, 2010 at 4:15 PM
OrangeJammies said…
Nein, London. :0) I thought you were in London.
May 27, 2010 at 5:03 PM
CrazyDiamond said…
@OJ: Man, I wish I was in London. Want to swap?
June 19, 2010 at 2:58 AM
shenanigans said…
I hear you. My dad's was mum was exactly the same. One of the singularly most unlovable human beings I've ever known. It's sad all around.
July 7, 2010 at 12:21 AM
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