Well first off, I'm really excited because today I got a two free passes to a sneak preview of the new James Bond movie next week. I am a total Bond freak, always have been. I always knew it was near the holiday season growing up, becuase there I'd be staying up late watching the TBS 13 Days of OO7 movie marathon. I love that stuff, even the really, really lame/bad ones (I'm looking at you MOONRAKER and A VIEW TO A KILL). The previews for CASINO ROYALE have all looked great, and seeing it both early and free...is too much for my little boy heart to take.
I took my stupid tests today--I didn't fail them. So that's good. I had a pretty nice giggle fest today in the cafeteria with my friend Mike (whom I'm making skip work to go and see the Bond movie next week). So that made me happy.
Then I came home and saw Leah and we talked. We had a converstation that made me start thinking all these grown up thoughts. Like how I need to get my shit together and start taking care of her. She's in a really bad place (physically) and I feel obligated to help her get out of her parents house. Her mom is a psycho bitch. There is just no other way of putting it. Between her being crazy and her controlling/ruining our wedding I'm getting fed up. I wish I was out of school so I could work enough to support us both and take her away from all that crap. I have NO intention of EVER taking a dime from that woman. Ever. If Leah can get some help with the wedding that's her. Me personally, I don't ever want her help. She uses money to control people, she treats people like puppets. You talk to her and she doesn't hear a word you are saying. Sometimes I want to call her out, and be the one who puts her in her place. Other times (most times) I just feel sorry that she is alive. Someone who is hated as much as she is (by people other than me and Leah) should just be put out of there misery. I'd rather be dead than so hated.
Boo-hoo her parents were in the Holocaust. That gives her the right to ignore her daughters? To not even attempt to be a decent person? Fuck that, there are people who are had worse hands than she was delt. I'm not pissed about fucking dollars for a wedding, either. I'm pissed about her being crazy and making Leah stressed out. Stealing money from Leah to pay for her school and then lying about it and saying she's "helping." Telling Leah she didn't get any help with her college when the reality is--she was given all kinds of help. She didn't want to be a mother, at all and she makes sure we all know that.
I guess she's a great lawyer. At least that's something. Her house is a pretty good metaphor for her--the house is in a nice part of town...but it's neglected and not loved...so it's rotting inside and out. Nothing good ever lives there. I've been in some strange households, but that one takes the cake. That house is a slummy, pay by the hour hotel. The people living in it are strangers. Leah loves her dad, but even he seems (to me) to be rather cold and distant. I don't understand how people can grow up in a house like that and not end up just like that. Leah's not a cold person. She tries really hard to please people though, too hard. She wants everyone to be happy.
Anyway, I'm already sick to this wedding stuff, and am once again fed up with her mother. I hate that Leah is so happy planning our wedding because I'd just assume we run off and get married alone. Isn't that terrible. Thanks mom*.
*NOTE: I will NEVER call/consider that bitch my mother (or mother-in-law).
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