*grumble*
anyone who knows me has a basic understanding of what i will refer to as the “mother situation”.
not my mother — she’s sane. i’m referring to the woman whose hellwomb must have been a dreadful early home for dana.
you see, i truely don’t care what dana’s mom thinks of me. i know who i am, and i can only assume that dana does too. i also care about dana’s health and happiness. this is truely the extent of “mattgivesashitland”
dana’s mom can’t leave it on that. she can’t just hate me. she needs everyone to hate me as well. she needs her daughter to hate me. she needs everyone to hate me.
further, i think she’s trying to get me to fear her. she has this capacity with her family — they’re all scared of her.
i’m not.
instead, i just dislike her. i dislike the unhealthy grasp she has of her daughter. i dislike the fact that she frequently uses suicide threats as an attention grabber. i dislike that she can so easily discount her daughter as someone she doesn’t know whenever her daughter make a choice, no matter how inconsequential, that she disagrees with.
no, not even… i just dislike what this does and will continue to do to dana.
i have no influence over the situation at all. all i can do is toss my opinion out there, which i do frequently. and, occasionally, i can flip her mom off as i drive by — which i did this weekend.
‘course it’s now the talk of the entire block, and dana felt the need to inquire this morning as to whether or not i really did such a thing.
why does it matter? are people’s lives so dense that this is all they have to talk about?
when the whole ‘mother situation’ started, it seemed like nothing more than a petty bid for attention and control of her daughter. anymore though, the ante seems to be slowing raising higher and higher for her. my initial response to her suicide threats were, “yeah, whatever bitch,” but now i’m starting to wonder if she might have just enough capacity to go through with it. i think she seriously needs a nice cushioned room and a jacket to give herself hugs in or *at* *least* *one* fucking sit down session with a licensed shrink. i think it time for someone to liberate her husband and her daughter and call some hotline.
** this ad paid for by the insane mothers need help campaign.
is that the same camp as the insane ex-girlfriends too?