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The kids were 11, 13, and 15 at the time. I have even offered to go up in a comparison psych eval with the woman, but the state where I volunteered this said that, no matter how tempting, they couldn't allow dueling psychos. Pam S. trying to find humor in all this Oh I wouldn't be finding *any* humour in what you've put up with. Indeed I'd seriously be contemplating taking out a restraining order or some other sort of legal sanction against the evil, interfering, busybody! You must have the patience of a saint! Cheers, helen s --This is an invalid email address to avoid spam-- to get correct one remove fame & fortune **$om $ --Due to financial crisis the light at the end of the tunnel is switched off-- |
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In message et, Tanada
writes Mogget wrote: Gack. I am having a serious sense of humour failure over this. Remember, friends are God's apology for your family... Thanks, but the reason I posted this is to get a series of stupid family tricks stories going. I don't need sympathy, I just want to know that I'm not the only one with a disgusting family. OK ... apologies if I've done this before, but here goes. My eldest brother is a turd of the highest order. Either that, or he's incredibly weak and dominated by his wife. My father died a few weeks before my 21st birthday. He was very ill, in a lot of distress, and it was his time to go. In many ways, it was a relief to all of us. A few days before my birthday, my eldest brother phoned. I answered. I was told, in no uncertain terms, that I was not to expect anything from my mother for my birthday. She was a grieving widow, with too much on her mind to worry about getting a present for someone who was really too old to be thinking about birthdays anyhow. He then asked to speak to Mum. His younger daughter was shortly going into hospital for some surgery to her feet. Neither he or his bitch troll from hell of a wife wanted to have to take time off work to be at home with her so, if it was OK, they were going to send Daughter down to my mum to look after. After all, having Daughter about would take her mind off everything, wouldn't it? And by the way, if I caused any hassle, he'd sort me out. He'd told me not to expect anything from Mum ... yadda yadda yadda. I think the phrase "boot up the a*se" was mentioned. Mum icily informed him that I'd asked for nothing more than to have a couple of friends round for dinner on the actual day of my birthday, and as we all had to eat, she saw no problem in cooking for a couple extra, and was in fact looking forward to the company. As for looking after Daughter, did they really think that a teenage girl wanted to be cooped up with her grandmother all day? And by the way, she hoped he didn't talk to his daughters the way he'd just talked about me. She thought she'd brought him up better than that, but she was obviously wrong. Needless to say, Daughter didn't come to stay, and I never got an apology. Cut to several years later ..... my mother had remarried. Suddenly, Brother and his family couldn't do enough for the two of them, taking them out to lunch, popping down to visit .... the remaining siblings (I'm one of five) found it positively nauseating. Brother had a major wedding anniversary, with party (I had to work that weekend - boo hoo). Mum and husband went. And after that, the communication stopped. Brother stopped phoning her, other than once every few weeks. No more visits or lunches out. Just over a year after that, Mum's husband died quite suddenly. Although well into his nineties, he was very fit for his age. The day he went down with peritonitis (the thing that killed him) he'd been pottering around in the garden, out for a walk - so when he went from enjoying life to stone dead in the space of a week, Mum was completely sideswiped. It became apparent about four days after he was taken ill that he wasn't going to pull through without several major miracles. My two other brothers took it upon themselves to phone Brother 1, and tell him a) what was happening and b) to get his a*se in gear and talk to Mum. They also found out why he'd suddenly cut Mum out of his life: The wedding anniversary do was in October. The weather was chilly, and Mum and husband had decided it was too cold to stand outside in the garden where the party was taking place, choosing to sit down in the warm. And that was their crime. The reason why my brother and his wife had chosen to ostracise them. Needless to say, both brothers told him how petty he sounded - was that really the best excuse he could manage? Apparently, it was. Mum also chose to speak to Brother herself to see if she could get to the bottom of it. He informed her that, despite the fact she'd just been widowed, she needn't expect him to come and visit her - she lived too far away. "Too far" is 40 miles, most of it motorway. He's semi-retired, and has no dependants. I know people that travel more than that on a daily basis to get to work and back. Since then, communications have improved, but he only phones when his wife is out. He hardly talks to any other members of the family. When Mum went into hospital earlier this year, he rang one brother to find out how she was - didn't get an answer (brother was away) so just left a message on his answerphone. Didn't phone the other brother or, indeed, either of his sisters. And he's still not been to visit her - although he blithely phoned her up one day and told her all about the lovely day he'd spent in Hythe with his wife, eldest daughter and her kid. I'll give you three guesses where my mum lives .... We traditionally all get together at my youngest brother's just before Christmas to exchange presents and chat - Mum loves having us all under one roof, even if just for a couple of hours. But for the past three years he's always had "something else on". This year, his excuse was that they were going away on a cruise. But .... shortly before they were due to travel, he went down with flu, and was forbidden to go by his doctor. Do I feel any sympathy? Do I heck. I really do wish he'd just come out with it, and admit that he really doesn't want anything to do with the rest of us any more, and make the break. Personally, I already think I've probably seen the last of him until my mother dies, and then he'll suddenly swing into Eldest Son mode. He'll have the four other siblings to contend with before he even sets foot in my mother's house, much less touches any of her property. Oh - hold on. If Mum's house is too far for him to travel to while she's alive, then it's certainly too far for him to travel to when she's not ...... -- Cathi |
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"Tanada" wrote in message nk.net... Mogget wrote: Gack. I am having a serious sense of humour failure over this. Remember, friends are God's apology for your family... Thanks, but the reason I posted this is to get a series of stupid family tricks stories going. I don't need sympathy, I just want to know that I'm not the only one with a disgusting family. Pam S. yelling for HELP here OK But evil mother-in-law stories are a dime a dozen. I first met my mother in law about five months after I got married. The evening before we were to take a two week car trip with her and my FIL. The two of them were at our apartment when I got home from work and Charlie had gone out to run an errand. So we were left to introduce ourselves. In the very first conversation I had with MIL, within the first minute or two, she managed to tell me how relieved she had been when Charlie's ex wife had remarried. That she had been so worried the ex would manage to get pregnant and have a child that would then bear the "family" name. Now Charlie never much talked about his ex, and never once had a bad word to say about her when he did. Even bringing her up would have been a bit much. And she had been MIL's daughter-in-law for eight years. I suppose MIL was trying the old "lets you and me hate her: ploy to make friends, but it left me cold and there was no way I would ever even begin to trust her after that. Charlie never really got why I didn't get on with his mother. (I didn't share the above with him for years) But I could always tell when he was about to call her on the phone. First he would get out a glass. Fill it with ice. And then fill it with bourbon. Only time he ever drank it straight, and I never saw him call her without doing that first. Fast forward fifteen years. MIL is now a widow. And has started an affair with a neighbor who's wife is a friend of hers. And wants to talk about it in great detail. And wants to try to make every one agree with her that she really isn't doing anything wrong. Rather loudly. In front of my young teenage daughters. Wrong move. That was the first time I broke down and chewed her out. A few more years and she is telling my SIL that Charlie has said he will cut her out of our lives if she doesn't break up with her latest boyfriend. And various other tales of how Charlie is meddling in her life. SIL calls indignant, and gets me on the phone instead of Charlie. Told her, this is your brother we are talking about. You know him. Can you in your wildest imagination think of him saying such things? He is still the guy you know and love. Never happened, never will. She spent the last two years of her life living with SIL who had to put up with constant yammering about how she would rather be living with us and how much nicer it would be to live with us and how we were so much nicer to her than they were. But other than the cousin who shut the door on her own finger and then told her mother I did it (we were about four at the time and my mother saw what happened) I've never had a problem with any other family member. About 20 cousins are all planning on going on a cruise together next year. Jo |
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"Tanada" wrote in message ink.net... wrote: She does indeed sound like a class A moron. She actually believed that CPS would take action because you chose not to follow a religious custom? How did they respond to her complaint? (Please don't tell me they tried to intervene...) Unfortunately, they told her what she COULD turn me in for. Every December (Christmas), May (Mother's day), and September (my birthday) after that, I could count on CPS to be at my door to investigate reported Child neglect, physical abuse, sexual abuse, emotional abuse, parental insanity, parental paranoia, parental mental illness, and whatever else she could dream up. I work for the English equivalent. I hope this might put your mind at rest. We are obliged by law to investigate every allegation that is made. Every time. However we are capable of recognising genuine child abuse reports from those that we soon find out are malicious. The worst part of all this is that Washington State NEVER expunges their abuse complaint records. Even when proven wrong, the state will never take my name out of their files of potential child abusers. Somedays I want to cry. It won't matter that they keep them. You will have been found innocent and you won't (if USA is the same as England) be on any sort of list as a potential child abuser. So no need to cry. That should have been explained to you. As of February, I am free from all fear that she'll find me and turn me into CPS for something else. Mandy turns 18, and will be a legal adult. Now, watch the skank try to turn me in for providing drugs and alcohol or something equally nasty to Mandy. Mandy will be 18 and can partake in all the drugs and alcohol she likes. She's now an adult and whatever she does, you are not responsible for. Hope this info might give you a better holiday time. Tweed |
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Tanada wrote:
Mogget wrote: Gack. I am having a serious sense of humour failure over this. Remember, friends are God's apology for your family... Thanks, but the reason I posted this is to get a series of stupid family tricks stories going. I don't need sympathy, I just want to know that I'm not the only one with a disgusting family. Pam S. yelling for HELP here Well my brother and I are always exchanging gag gifts as well as the real thing. Last year I put a few litter box treasures into a Ziploc bag and wrapped it all up nice in a box, Xmas wrapping, and a bow. As he opened it on Xmas morning he started to smell this awful smell and immediately burst out laughing. But this year I have already starting looking over my shoulder. "But I'm innocent I tell you"! So to carry on the true meaning of this thread...anyone else? Bob |
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Tanada wrote:
Mogget wrote: Gack. I am having a serious sense of humour failure over this. Remember, friends are God's apology for your family... Thanks, but the reason I posted this is to get a series of stupid family tricks stories going. I don't need sympathy, I just want to know that I'm not the only one with a disgusting family. Pam S. yelling for HELP here Okay... this is maybe a case of caring TOO much. When I first hooked back up with my long-lost, John, we talked on the phone for months (I despise talking on the phone but he's 7 hours away and doesn't own a computer). After a while it became obvious we had to see each other again so we planned our reunion trip. That went *very* well and we decided oh yeah, gonna do it again. This time he was working a show in Kansas and by then I'd lost my job so he said why not come work with me? I let my middle brother know where I'd be and how to reach me in case of emergency. BUT I knew if I told my dad I'd gone on a trip with John he'd have a hissy fit - why are you travelling when you just lost your job? - so I didn't tell my parents. I even called my mom from the show that Saturday but I pretended I was at a crafts fair with my friend. I know, (1) I shouldn't have lied and (2) I'm in my 40's, it's my business what I do. Anyway, Dad tried to call me on Sunday and didn't get an answer. He tried my cell phone, too, but I'd locked it in my purse in John's truck. For some reason Dad became alarmed; I guess I'm not allowed to leave the house and there must be a law about answering the phone which I was not aware of. Dad called my middle brother who, bless him, was helping me keep up the subterfuge (he knows how my dad is) and said maybe I was out with a friend. Here's where it gets hinky. Dad didn't like that answer. He called my oldest brother, whom he doesn't even speak to! Well, my oldest brother is a bit of a kook. He drove to my apartment, found my car there and I didn't answer my door. He reported back to my father I didn't answer, my car was there and "mail was piled up all over". (It wasn't, btw - when I returned home there were 2 catalogs, a store flyer and one letter which the post office neglected to hold.) The next day I was packing up to fly back home. My middle brother called my cell phone. Where are you? I'm in Kansas. Well, says he, everyone's panicking and you need to call dad. He finally broke down and told him I was out of town with John; he couldn't take being stuck in the middle and I don't blame him for that. He explained to me about our oldest brother having fanned the flames of panic. He warned me to be prepared to be read the "riot act" when I talked with Dad. Apparently he'd already heard the "riot act" LOL I did NOT call my father that day. John and I spent the rest of our time together before I had to head to the airport. By the time I got home that evening it was too late to call their time zone. The next day I called. I was indeed read the riot act. Dad went through a litany of all the men I've ever dated, which makes it sound like a parade but in truth, has only been a few guys. He cited each one as "worthless, useless, shiftless" (you name it) who all dumped me (not true). Thank goodness he didn't remember who John was because he did say something about "that artist who was never gonna amount to anything" LOL He then chastized me severely for daring to go anywhere without first finding a job and suggested I apply at WalMart as a greeter. (!) He said don't you dare ever ask me for a dime, not one nickle; I don't care if you're on the street, I won't help you. (Nice, Dad, thanks.) Of course I was upset. I didn't realize he was keeping accounts on my friends and relationships. I did realize he was mostly upset because I lied about where I was - and perhaps you can understand why I lied LOL. I steeled myself and called him a few days later and apologized, saying I was wrong to lie to them. I took John's advice and any time Dad tried to start pointing fingers and criticizing, I just interrupted with, "I love you." That finally shut Dad up. This was back in May. He still, to this day, will only speak to me briefly before handing the phone to my mom. Dad is one to hold a grudge. It's a darn shame, too, because he's 80 years old and not in the best of health. Mom is, thankfully, not like that. We chat on the phone once a week and I write her snail mail every week or so. Dad won't read my letters so I don't even address them to both of them anymore. (sigh) Jill |
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Christina Websell wrote:
Mandy will be 18 and can partake in all the drugs and alcohol she likes. She's now an adult and whatever she does, you are not responsible for. Hope this info might give you a better holiday time. I'm playing in here with members of my family of choice, those I consider my REAL family. Holidays don't get any better than that. However, I really want to read everyone's "Stupid People Christmas Stunts" posts. Gracie and I bared ours, so its everyone else's turns. Pam S. pleading with you all to help me prove to myself that mine, while the stupidest, is not the only sick family out there. |
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Cathi wrote:
My eldest brother is a turd of the highest order. Either that, or he's incredibly weak and dominated by his wife. How about both? Was he an insensitive jerkwad when he was a kid? If he was a bully and/or a jerkwad then he probably is one now. I've got this cousin, nickname Tiny (he was 6'7" tall) a really sweet person. He married the b*tch from h*ll. This woman made us sit outside to visit, the bathroom was never in commission, and so on and so forth. I could understand it if she was like me, a lousy housekeeper (see the messy house reports were justified, even though I got there from depression over being reported to have a messy house by a woman who's daughter stepped on a tooth pick and delayed taking her to the ER for treatment until she got me over there to clean her house), but she was not a messy person. Just anal. She doesn't permit him to remain in contact with is brother, cousins, or other family members. His contact with his children is on her terms. Need I say more? With families like these, who needs eggnog? Ok, I need eggnog. Pam S. I suggest that one of your brothers take elder brother out for a long walk, while carrying a cane... |
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Jo Firey wrote:
But other than the cousin who shut the door on her own finger and then told her mother I did it (we were about four at the time and my mother saw what happened) I've never had a problem with any other family member. About 20 cousins are all planning on going on a cruise together next year. WOW, your MIL is a B*tch. And I thought my MIL could be nasty. Kudos for your SIL for putting up with her as well as for your hubby who has stayed sweet and loving in spite of her. Forget the cousins, I want to take a cruise with RPCA members...I want a gathering of RPCA members...I hope that a lot of us can get together in Toad Suck Arkansas next July. It will be cool to meet with various cyberfamily members. Pam S. hopeful about RPCA |
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Tanada wrote:
Jo Firey wrote: But other than the cousin who shut the door on her own finger and then told her mother I did it (we were about four at the time and my mother saw what happened) I've never had a problem with any other family member. About 20 cousins are all planning on going on a cruise together next year. WOW, your MIL is a B*tch. And I thought my MIL could be nasty. Kudos for your SIL for putting up with her as well as for your hubby who has stayed sweet and loving in spite of her. Forget the cousins, I want to take a cruise with RPCA members...I want a gathering of RPCA members...I hope that a lot of us can get together in Toad Suck Arkansas next July. It will be cool to meet with various cyberfamily members. Pam S. hopeful about RPCA It's 184 miles from here to Toad Suck. I'm one of those people who is afraid to drive more than 10-15 miles; technically I'm agorophobic and if there's some phrase for fear of driving on interstate highways or freeways, that's me. John and I were supposed to meet in Jonesboro in June; only 88 miles. He wound up in the hospital being treated with antibiotics for diverticulitis. (He just had surgery for that - might get to go home today.) We would have been charged for the hotel even if we cancelled (due to it being last minute) so what the hell (I said to myself). I set off on this journey. It started pouring down rain and I was white knuckled all the way, jaw clenched. When I got to the hotel I managed to check in and get to my room before I threw up. Other than that, it was a lovely trip - all by myself LOL At least I'd packed a couple of bottles of wine, some blocks of cheese & crackers and the room had a mini-fridge and microwave Ordering Chinese food was a hoot; they were out of everything except what I'd originally requested and been told they didn't have. At least when the food arrived it was delicious! I wish I could say I'll drive to Toad Suck... can't promise that. I'll bet there will be lovely little kitties there, though! Jill |
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