Cinderella 11pm

Here’s the latest on the most self-centered, insensitive, manipulative beeyotch.

Let’s see – was it two weeks ago that I’d just gotten over a real nasty three day cold (Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday) ? Yes, and the next day (Friday), she wants me to drive the usual hundred miles each way give or take to come see her.

When I get there my father is sneezing up a storm and has a bad cold, which she knew about since that morning but never bothered to call and tell me about.

So she knew my immune system is always vulnerable to colds, and she knew full well I was just recovering from one, and she sets me up to get another one right away.

Because you see, she doesn’t give a damn in I get sick, she just wants what she wants, and if I hadn’t showed up, she couldn’t have forced my sneezing sick father to go out to dinner, which is what SHE wanted to do.

She follows that blatant bitchery up by having me sleep in the guest room – where when I walk into it that night after we got back from dinner — the window evidently has been wide open all day/night to the 40 degree cold, and there is no heating turned on in the back of the house.

Now she COULD have aired the room out for an hour or two during the middle of the day, and then turned the heat on to 70 degrees prior to my arrival.

She knew I’d be sleeping back there, knew I’d been in bed with a bad cold for the prior 3 days – knew if she’s spent a nanosecond thinking about it that I’d be in an ice cold bedroom with a thin blanket and shivering.
But that would have been CONSIDERATE.
And you see, since SHE isn’t cold in her nicely warm part of the house, my comfort or immune system doesn’t enter her head.

Then today is Bob’s funeral. It was scheduled for Friday, but you see, that wasn’t CONVENIENT for Mrs. Beeyotch, so she insisted they move it to Wednesday, never mind what worked for any of the other 40 mourners who were his friends.

My schedule had been totally free on Friday.
But it just so happened I had to be “x” at 1:30 on Wednesday (something I had had planned for the last two months) – and was going to have to leave after the funeral pretty lickety-split to get there.

Beeyotch arrives and informs that she left her car at her friend’s house and I need to drop her back at her friend’s house after the funeral.
I say to her “you know I have to do “x” which is 45 miles from here.
Basically, Beeyotch couldn’t care less. She expects to be dropped off, and has made it so that she doesn’t have another ride.
Never mind if I have to leave the funeral before the internment because of this, never mind if I am late to ‘X”.

Once again, the utter lack of consideration for me is in full TYPICAL display.
Classic Mommy Dearest, one seemingly minor incident after the other after the other, adding up non-stop for the last 50 something years.

So when I get home finally after ‘x’ I am annoyed.
I call her and say ‘mom, next time you want me to do something, ASK me first. Do not pull something on me like that again.
Silly me.

Mommy Dearest says she had no choice.
Mommy Dearest says she’d rather have me mad at her than her friend mad at her.
Mommy Dearest then (in order to get out of answering a direct question), pulls the fake drama tears routine and asks HOW I can do this to her on a day like today?

Yes, Mommy dearest, first let’s try playing helpless victim, then let’s show your passive aggressive side of who matter most in your pecking order, and then let’s try to make me the bad guy who is being insensitive to YOU.

I loathe that beeyotch. I try to limit my time with her as much as possible.
And it never fails, she still manages to pull something massively self-centered EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.