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Yeah this bullshit again
Aug. 27th, 2014 10:35 pmI just skimmed a copy of a book called Girl Defective. It wasn't very good but one of the many plot lines involved the tedium of having "cool" parents (specifically the drunk record store owner dad and the rock star mom that abandoned everyone) and it made me reflective of the task of "raising one's parents" as the phrase goes. There is something rather horrifying about realizing that your mother is never going to advance beyond the maturity of a fifteen year old, never apologize for anything, never admit wrong-doing and never take a mature responsible approach to her life.
So tonight she called and I mentioned the volunteers from the Lutheran church. They're not coming.
She called them on Friday when it looked like Prince of Peace was falling through. They have a group that helps move stuff out of apartments, but these guys are mostly teenagers and school is starting. I ordered her to call the church that was closer. I also gave her the numbers of the other surrounding churches. She said that they were coming. Today, she said that they aren't coming. In fact, she talked to the guy there and he went to talking to Prince of Peace who is talking to her social worker.
But the estate sales person is coming on Sunday. That's something right? Only she still does not know if everything gets hauled out on Sunday or if the woman just comes over, looks at everything and goes "ok, so let's make an appointment to get stuff out in maybe 2-3 weeks." She didn't ask. She asked ME if that's how things went but the person who actually owns the estate sales business. Nope. Why would she ask the important question.
And of course, she repeated the refrain "I'm not worried" and she's not worried because she has absolutely no fucking sense of responsibility whatsoever. So making a couple of calls and letting everything fall through because she doesn't follow up on anything, that's pretty much the beginning and the end of her involvement.
Have I mentioned that she is lying even more now? The "I don't have a problem" lie is quickly followed by the "I totally understand now that I need to get rid of stuff" with that every popular "I know, I know" which means that she doesn't fucking know.
The only reason why I am not in Minnesota right now hauling shit out of her apartment is because I thought that the Lutheran Church was arranging for volunteers to clear out her apartment. But no, Mom can't fucking do that.
Because if she actually took the responsibility for getting her stuff out of her apartment, that would mean that she actually took the responsibility for the mess she's made at this point instead of letting everyone else clean it up. But she's gone this far letting other people clean up after her and demanding that others deal with her bullshit why the fuck would she ever think to change at this point.
I shouldn't be angry or disgusted. It's not like she was responsible or mature when I was born.
I do not want to take a fucking bus to Minnesota. That's three-days total back and forth - and that's ideal situations.
If she doesn't worry about her life, I have to worry about it. Irresponsible asshole.
So tonight she called and I mentioned the volunteers from the Lutheran church. They're not coming.
She called them on Friday when it looked like Prince of Peace was falling through. They have a group that helps move stuff out of apartments, but these guys are mostly teenagers and school is starting. I ordered her to call the church that was closer. I also gave her the numbers of the other surrounding churches. She said that they were coming. Today, she said that they aren't coming. In fact, she talked to the guy there and he went to talking to Prince of Peace who is talking to her social worker.
But the estate sales person is coming on Sunday. That's something right? Only she still does not know if everything gets hauled out on Sunday or if the woman just comes over, looks at everything and goes "ok, so let's make an appointment to get stuff out in maybe 2-3 weeks." She didn't ask. She asked ME if that's how things went but the person who actually owns the estate sales business. Nope. Why would she ask the important question.
And of course, she repeated the refrain "I'm not worried" and she's not worried because she has absolutely no fucking sense of responsibility whatsoever. So making a couple of calls and letting everything fall through because she doesn't follow up on anything, that's pretty much the beginning and the end of her involvement.
Have I mentioned that she is lying even more now? The "I don't have a problem" lie is quickly followed by the "I totally understand now that I need to get rid of stuff" with that every popular "I know, I know" which means that she doesn't fucking know.
The only reason why I am not in Minnesota right now hauling shit out of her apartment is because I thought that the Lutheran Church was arranging for volunteers to clear out her apartment. But no, Mom can't fucking do that.
Because if she actually took the responsibility for getting her stuff out of her apartment, that would mean that she actually took the responsibility for the mess she's made at this point instead of letting everyone else clean it up. But she's gone this far letting other people clean up after her and demanding that others deal with her bullshit why the fuck would she ever think to change at this point.
I shouldn't be angry or disgusted. It's not like she was responsible or mature when I was born.
I do not want to take a fucking bus to Minnesota. That's three-days total back and forth - and that's ideal situations.
If she doesn't worry about her life, I have to worry about it. Irresponsible asshole.
