Oh, well.

Aug. 8th, 2013 01:47 pm
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Sometimes I’m frighteningly good.
Like a psychic or something.
Or maybe I'm just stupid and should just STFU.

After confronting my uncle about terrorising my grandmother one of my first thoughts was “Boy, I’m gonna pay for this”.

I really wish I’d been wrong.

This Monday something happened in my family and we were all shaken. There was arguing, screaming and desperation. Neither of us slept well that night and I decided to stay home from work (after two hours of sleep that was a pretty good idea, too). Comforting each other. Strength in numbers and all that, right?
Well. Someone, I don’t know who, had the brilliant idea to get my uncle involved.
He preached about “sticking together”, about us “learning a bitter lesson”, how much better it is to work together and all that crap. I didn’t talk to him, I was on the sofa, trying to get a little sleep.

Enter Granny. "[Your uncle] says he won’t enter the house again (funny, he’d already been there this morning) until you apologise to him."
That was nothing new, he’d said that the week before. On the day I tried to tell him to stop tormenting his own mother about her money.

The new part? Her huge, pleading eyes and the whiny voice.
No fucking way, I thought. She wouldn't dare.

She dared.

“So what?”, I asked.
“Well, you know …”
“You want me to apologise? You are aware I was defending you, right? I didn’t do anything wrong, but if you tell me to, I will apologise.”
“Do you want me to apologise?”
“Well, you know …”
“Do you want me to apologise?”
“… I have no choice!”
“Well, then.”
She did have a choice. He had already “entered the house” twice. He just had to put that cherry on top of his sundae of triumph. He told her he wouldn’t enter her house ever again several times before. When he’d argued with my dad (his brother). When she wouldn’t give him power of attorney. And he always came back.

So I “apologised”. I made sure he knew I didn’t do it willingly. I told him that from now on he can do whatever he wants; I won’t defend his mother again. He can rage, he can scream, he can demand money and power of attorney. I don’t care.

No choice, my ass.

This was just the continuation of the old habit of “they (my parents and me) are always there, no matter how I treat them. They may get angry but they’re always at my beck and call.” Now completed with a “she’ll get over it”.

Well, fuck you, lady.

I took a holiday to make sure you’re not “all alone by yourself! Whine!”™ when my parents take their two weeks’ worth of holidays.
We asked my uncle (who isn’t even related to you) to visit with us, too. Because the ray of sunshine that is your firstborn refused to look after you until you gave him power of attorney.
I was willing to sleep on an uncomfortable lumpy old couch so you didn’t have to be “all alone by yourself! Whine!”™ at night during that time.

I/we did that because you’re old and needy. I was willing to overlook how you’d treated the people I loved because I thought holding a grudge would be petty.

Well, fuck you, lady.
My grudge is back. And this time it’s here to stay. Call me petty if you want. I’d rather be petty than your puppet.

And your crocodile tears? Let those two charming, oh-so-successful bitches that are my cousins dry them. When they visit. If they visit. They life a whole kilometre away, after all.


Jul. 29th, 2013 06:42 pm
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Finally summer has arrived. Finally!
More than two weeks without rain ... hard to imagine :) Work is exhausting, our offices have no air condition, and it's awfully hot during the days. But I won't complain :)
Summer - sun, ice cream, mild evenings, and no fucking rain! :D

This weekend was ... special.
My uncle was here, once again. I heard him before I even entered the house - basically screaming at my grandmother. About how he wanted authority over her bank accounts because it would be fair. Because it's about trust.
My grandmother is ninety. She was sitting there, looking at him helplessly, silent. The only thing she ever says to all of this is that she wants to be left alone with this.

So, I hear him. I wanted to defuse the situation and announced that I was there, being overly cheerful. And what does he do, that abominable turd? He asks me to "translate" what he wants to my grandmother. Translate.
Because there are only two possibilities: either you're too stupid to understand or you're somehow against him. A simple "no, I don't want that" doesn't exist. He expected me to take his side against my 90-year-old, overwhelmed, tiny grandmother.
I told him I don't understand his behaviour, how he can treat his own mother like this, when all she wants is being left alone. Well, he didn't listen.
He accused me and my parents of having our own interests, basically calling me a legacy hunter. Me! When it comes to sucking up to people I have no talent whatsoever. The sheer nerve of that man!
Well, I started screaming at him. :) And he left in a huff. Indignant.

Later that evening he called grandmother to tell her he wouldn't set foot in her house until I took everything back.
So basically he's punishing her for what I did. Asshole.
But that's nothing new.

He told Dad that he could "forget his holidays" (the only two weeks a year my parents have!!!) unless he (my uncle) got ... power over her bank accounts. Meaning, he wouldn't visit my grandmother and look after her during my parents' holiday. Asshole.

Well, he'll show up again.

But he sure was lots and lots surprised that someone could scream as loud as he. :)

The fun part?
I don't even like my grandmother. I can't stand her at all. Not in the least. She's a racist, an anti-semite, she's cruel, cold and vindictive.

But she's 90 for fuck's sake. Can't he give it a rest? Asshole.
I think I said that already.

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