On Mother's Day

 

I won't be celebrating Mother's Day anytime soon. You see, my mother and brother & I had a blow-out years ago. That family relationship pretty well disappeared so quickly once Theresa past away. I won't get into the awful details. Why make people more angry? I'm about as angry as you can imagine.

Honestly, when it was all said and over, I was just a stupid ATM to them. It's over. I distinctly remember a few years ago, it was a dark moment in my life. I had trouble sleeping for about 2 weeks and started to hallucinate. It was horrible. It took me a week to recover, and at the end of it, near Christmas, I got this screaming call from my so-concerned mother. She was upset because I was cleaning my goddamn apartment. Seriously. 

She was always quoting "When people show you who they are, believe them." Well guess what, it wasn't people showing me, it was God - how about that one? Here's a fairly accurate replay of THAT conversation.

"Where WHERE YOU?!!!!?" <screaming on the phone>. "Hello? Oh, hi. Why are you screaming at me?" <more obesities and yelling>. "Where the FUCK have you been? Why haven't you answered my phone call??!!!!" more screaming. This was unbelievable. I was 50 or 51 years old at the time, and my late wife Theresa past away not even 2 years ago. 

"Who the hell do you think you are" I said out loud. She screams "FUUUUCK YOU !!!! and hangs up."

And that, my friends, pretty well sums up the relationship I had with my so-called mother.

The litany of abuse and stupidity cannot be underestimated. She had me buying cookie sheets for an air fryer I had bought for year the previous year. I asked her why and she said "I just need them." Total BS.

It wasn't too long after Theresa past away that her tune changed dramatically. Instead of being nice on the phone, she was rude, abrupt, and cold to me. Everything revolved around her world - and nothing else.

Well guess what. I don't work that way. I never stick around unhealthy relationships, and to be blunt, this one was past dead the moment I moved out of that trailer back in 1993. What a horrible time of my life that was.

Anyway.

One last story. I was living in Halifax with my late wife Theresa, and her mom and aunt died. This was back in 2012. As a couple, we decided it would be best to move back to Alberta - Calgary specifically - so we could have the best chance at surviving. Jobs were few far in the Maritimes - even back then. 

So I call her up. "We're going to be moving back to Calgary once I find a job." I said excitedly. 

It didn't take her long to explode. "What?! No. NO NO NO NO NO! You will NOT move there, I want you back in Winnipeg!" she shouted loudly on the phone, and hung up before I could respond.

I let that phone sit for two weeks before she crawled back and angrily backed down. The hatred was palpable. 

Like I said, this the normal mode of operation for people like this. They are NOT the most important people on the plant. Far from it. I learned a lot in my years - respect is earned, not given. 

That's for sure.

"No worries."