Nucking Futz
Jul. 20th, 2004 11:18 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ciroccojI'm working on my mother's eulogy and vividly remembering what my mom used to say all the time: that at weddings and funerals you see the best and the worst that the human race has to offer.
Right now, the 'worst' is Chris' stepmother going apeshit because we didn't think it would be a great idea to have her and Chris' dad at the funeral at the same time, so we asked her not to come because he'd offered to come first and had already bought his ticket and was on his way down here.
Well, she's feeling rejected. She wanted to come to show her love and respect for my mother. And apparantly right now, today, at 11:00pm the day before my mother's funeral, three days after her death, when Chris is supposed to be helping me to write her eulogy, is the perfect time to show her respect by airing out this latest grievance and tracing it back to its origins into the depths of prehistory and point out to Chris, in a conversation lasting over an hour, that he is a bad son, bad brother, bad person, most probably a bad therapist...
God damn. I thought Chris was being paranoid when he said he was going to ask her not to come. I honestly thought that as long as she got a warning about Chris' dad, she'd behave like an adult and not cause a disturbance at the funeral itself. But I'm totally eating my words now. I'm so grateful Chris decided to ignore me and ask her not to come anyway.
Jesus frigging Christ. I don't believe this.
And I so wish I could go vent to my mom about this right now.
Right now, the 'worst' is Chris' stepmother going apeshit because we didn't think it would be a great idea to have her and Chris' dad at the funeral at the same time, so we asked her not to come because he'd offered to come first and had already bought his ticket and was on his way down here.
Well, she's feeling rejected. She wanted to come to show her love and respect for my mother. And apparantly right now, today, at 11:00pm the day before my mother's funeral, three days after her death, when Chris is supposed to be helping me to write her eulogy, is the perfect time to show her respect by airing out this latest grievance and tracing it back to its origins into the depths of prehistory and point out to Chris, in a conversation lasting over an hour, that he is a bad son, bad brother, bad person, most probably a bad therapist...
God damn. I thought Chris was being paranoid when he said he was going to ask her not to come. I honestly thought that as long as she got a warning about Chris' dad, she'd behave like an adult and not cause a disturbance at the funeral itself. But I'm totally eating my words now. I'm so grateful Chris decided to ignore me and ask her not to come anyway.
Jesus frigging Christ. I don't believe this.
And I so wish I could go vent to my mom about this right now.
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Date: 2004-07-20 08:43 pm (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2004-07-21 05:27 am (UTC)I wish I could say that was unbelievable - but I can't begin to imagine how anyone could make up a story like that. So all I can say is that I'm so sorry that this is happening to you.