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I think I mentioned earlier that i talked to difficult child on his birthday 2 wks ago. He also called last week to find out if we would be home on Easter- which we were not. I talked to him about some past due medical bills he needs to call the doctor about - they were coded wrong - they need to be re-coded and resubmitted to insurance. He also needed a bit of help with his tax return - turbo tax password, are we claiming him as a dependent (YES) etc. As we chatted, he gave me a whole spiel about registering for classes in the fall, being able to take 19 credit hours, get a 3.0 and get himself out of academic jeopardy blah blah blah... I think I posted about that before -- rent an apt in our town over the summer plus one in his college town, be able to afford two rents and so on. Totally unrealistic both grades and the budget. Not simply unrealistic - TOTALLY PLANET MARS
He texted me while we were gone, wanted the garage code which I didn't give him - so he could get his work boots. Apparently home for Easter weekend with the girlfriend and working his landscape job. Fortunately, h unplugged the garage door while we were gone so I had a good excuse.
Cut to Wednesday. H is gone when I awake at 9, he is running errands for my mom that take hours. ME NOT HAPPY. I get 15 business emails in the course of a few hours from my brother #2 (PITA brother, kinda my boss but we're supposed to be partners) about work. Yanking my chain on various stuff. Phonecall from brother #1 (who is in touch w difficult child & also a biz partner) and we chat for an hour about difficult child but mostly about business. (dad owned the business we all work for. Now my 75 yo mom owns. She has been a stay at home mom since age 22. She's clueless) In the course of it, he tells me he spoke to difficult child. Apparently difficult child has a $900 IRS refund which he plans to put towards a motorcycle and a plow truck . A SCHEME. Bro#1 also spoke to difficult child about the same time I did. He didn't get the spiel about school next year, he got the motorcycle and plow truck spiel. difficult child is buying a motorcycle for transportation plus a plow truck to make money next year. Bro#1 cautions difficult child about the risks of another head injury, and offers to buy him a helmet for his birthday and sends difficult child a choice of 3 good helmets from which to pick (bro#1 is a motorcycle afficianado yet agrees difficult child shouldn't have one yet will buy him a great helmet in the better safe than sorry theme) He also tells difficult child that it's more sensible to buy a plow truck NOW (off season) and a motorcycle in the fall (again off season) instead of vice versa. difficult child never mentions a word about returning to school in the fall to my brother.
So in case you are keeping score, bro & I have 2 totally different "Life updates" from difficult child. Both of which are MARTIAN. (My apologies to space creatures of any race)
I relate the convo to h who is finally back from errandville and we talk it out. H raises the common sense idea that difficult child is going to need insurance for both the truck & the motorcycle which he probably hasn't even thought about and certainly can't afford. And that the gas for a plow truck is $$$ . I tell H I find it very suspicious that difficult child got a $900 tax refund and surmise that difficult child probably decided to file as "single" instead of as "can someone else claim you as a dependent? YES" so he would get money back and that he thinks the IRS won't notice. Le sigh... We also realize that in my convo with difficult child - difficult child was likely telling the school tale bc that's what he wants me to believe. And we are both guessing that he has no intention of returning to school and plans to support himself plowing in college town or maybe in North Dakota where his best friend goes to school - a guy who also does snow plowing in the winter. Whatever is going on - he is full of bologna (again apologies to cold cuts of all types) and scheming... and we both agree that difficult child is staying in college town during the "school year" to keep up the facade that he is a college student with his peers from home. And that come next year when his friends have finished their junior years - it is going to hit him in the gut. Just based on his personality type going back to his childhood. He always wanted to be a special snowflake- Know what I mean?? It was cute when that motivated him to keep up with high achieving peers.
So are you still with me? We are on vacation, H is running errands for my mom all morning, difficult child is a martian who is full of bologna, bro#1 is calling me regarding difficult child plus business stuff, and bro#2 is sending me gabillions of emails. AND ALL I WANT TO DO IS SPEND 5 minutes with my H having small talk. Remember small talk? How was your day, what's your favorite color, blah blah blah
To top it off, h spent 2 of our days away at last second business meetings which could be lucrative - but they are also stringing him along - which we haven't had a moment to talk about.
So, beach, small talk, my iphone & h's blackberry buzzing incessantly, he walks away for 5 minutes to dispose of some trash and in that moment the beach umbrella above my head is lifted by a gust of wind and planted firmly on my head, breaking my nose.
So, 8 hours later, after a trip to the ER etc, etc, I drink a little (a lot) too much wine (in lieu of taking the painkillers) and decide to talk to my mom about all of the (my family) business issues plus the jumping thru hoops I have been doing WHILE I AM ON VACATION plus the fact that I wasn't thrilled she sent my h out on errands on TWO days when I have barely even seen him. (we were there for 6 days, H spent 2 of them doing things for my mom, 2 of them at business meetings) And it didn't go well. It was horrific. Turned into a screaming match (really unlike me - truly) at 2 am. And she stormed out - leaving the kids, h and me in her own home & not returning until a few hours before we were ready to leave 36 hours later. I don't want to go into it - just suffice to say -I had no business broaching the subject after 4 glasses of wine - but I was at my breaking point. And my mom is not exactly the warm fuzzy type. She's the shoot the messenger type. I usually just practice avoidance but for whatever reason, I chose this moment not to. I let the wine make me brave - bad idea. And when she came back - she told me I owed my H an apology and she gave my oldest son (they heard the whole thing) a long spiel about how she was going to give me a wide berth and he should not to hold it against me because I am having a bad year and she played the victim. Both my H and PC17 came to me separately and told me that it was in fact my Mom who owes me an apology. I have to say I am a little fuzzy on the details of the end of convo - between the wine, the head injury but mostly the fury I felt. I was wrong to let the fury overtake me but I have been avoiding this confrontation for the last 4 years and heck - maybe even the past 44 years. I don't know. I love her. I do. But our relationship and our history is a whole other story...
So now, here I am, two black eyes, a gash between my eyes surgically glued together, a crooked, fractured nose, two front teeth that ache (fear I will lose them) and a life that is a mess.
But so happy to be home on my own couch, and now I really know that my H was the best thing that every happened to me.
PS - if this post seems loopy - it's probably due to the injury. I am still out of sorts. DR appointment on Monday
He texted me while we were gone, wanted the garage code which I didn't give him - so he could get his work boots. Apparently home for Easter weekend with the girlfriend and working his landscape job. Fortunately, h unplugged the garage door while we were gone so I had a good excuse.
Cut to Wednesday. H is gone when I awake at 9, he is running errands for my mom that take hours. ME NOT HAPPY. I get 15 business emails in the course of a few hours from my brother #2 (PITA brother, kinda my boss but we're supposed to be partners) about work. Yanking my chain on various stuff. Phonecall from brother #1 (who is in touch w difficult child & also a biz partner) and we chat for an hour about difficult child but mostly about business. (dad owned the business we all work for. Now my 75 yo mom owns. She has been a stay at home mom since age 22. She's clueless) In the course of it, he tells me he spoke to difficult child. Apparently difficult child has a $900 IRS refund which he plans to put towards a motorcycle and a plow truck . A SCHEME. Bro#1 also spoke to difficult child about the same time I did. He didn't get the spiel about school next year, he got the motorcycle and plow truck spiel. difficult child is buying a motorcycle for transportation plus a plow truck to make money next year. Bro#1 cautions difficult child about the risks of another head injury, and offers to buy him a helmet for his birthday and sends difficult child a choice of 3 good helmets from which to pick (bro#1 is a motorcycle afficianado yet agrees difficult child shouldn't have one yet will buy him a great helmet in the better safe than sorry theme) He also tells difficult child that it's more sensible to buy a plow truck NOW (off season) and a motorcycle in the fall (again off season) instead of vice versa. difficult child never mentions a word about returning to school in the fall to my brother.
So in case you are keeping score, bro & I have 2 totally different "Life updates" from difficult child. Both of which are MARTIAN. (My apologies to space creatures of any race)
I relate the convo to h who is finally back from errandville and we talk it out. H raises the common sense idea that difficult child is going to need insurance for both the truck & the motorcycle which he probably hasn't even thought about and certainly can't afford. And that the gas for a plow truck is $$$ . I tell H I find it very suspicious that difficult child got a $900 tax refund and surmise that difficult child probably decided to file as "single" instead of as "can someone else claim you as a dependent? YES" so he would get money back and that he thinks the IRS won't notice. Le sigh... We also realize that in my convo with difficult child - difficult child was likely telling the school tale bc that's what he wants me to believe. And we are both guessing that he has no intention of returning to school and plans to support himself plowing in college town or maybe in North Dakota where his best friend goes to school - a guy who also does snow plowing in the winter. Whatever is going on - he is full of bologna (again apologies to cold cuts of all types) and scheming... and we both agree that difficult child is staying in college town during the "school year" to keep up the facade that he is a college student with his peers from home. And that come next year when his friends have finished their junior years - it is going to hit him in the gut. Just based on his personality type going back to his childhood. He always wanted to be a special snowflake- Know what I mean?? It was cute when that motivated him to keep up with high achieving peers.
So are you still with me? We are on vacation, H is running errands for my mom all morning, difficult child is a martian who is full of bologna, bro#1 is calling me regarding difficult child plus business stuff, and bro#2 is sending me gabillions of emails. AND ALL I WANT TO DO IS SPEND 5 minutes with my H having small talk. Remember small talk? How was your day, what's your favorite color, blah blah blah
To top it off, h spent 2 of our days away at last second business meetings which could be lucrative - but they are also stringing him along - which we haven't had a moment to talk about.
So, beach, small talk, my iphone & h's blackberry buzzing incessantly, he walks away for 5 minutes to dispose of some trash and in that moment the beach umbrella above my head is lifted by a gust of wind and planted firmly on my head, breaking my nose.
So, 8 hours later, after a trip to the ER etc, etc, I drink a little (a lot) too much wine (in lieu of taking the painkillers) and decide to talk to my mom about all of the (my family) business issues plus the jumping thru hoops I have been doing WHILE I AM ON VACATION plus the fact that I wasn't thrilled she sent my h out on errands on TWO days when I have barely even seen him. (we were there for 6 days, H spent 2 of them doing things for my mom, 2 of them at business meetings) And it didn't go well. It was horrific. Turned into a screaming match (really unlike me - truly) at 2 am. And she stormed out - leaving the kids, h and me in her own home & not returning until a few hours before we were ready to leave 36 hours later. I don't want to go into it - just suffice to say -I had no business broaching the subject after 4 glasses of wine - but I was at my breaking point. And my mom is not exactly the warm fuzzy type. She's the shoot the messenger type. I usually just practice avoidance but for whatever reason, I chose this moment not to. I let the wine make me brave - bad idea. And when she came back - she told me I owed my H an apology and she gave my oldest son (they heard the whole thing) a long spiel about how she was going to give me a wide berth and he should not to hold it against me because I am having a bad year and she played the victim. Both my H and PC17 came to me separately and told me that it was in fact my Mom who owes me an apology. I have to say I am a little fuzzy on the details of the end of convo - between the wine, the head injury but mostly the fury I felt. I was wrong to let the fury overtake me but I have been avoiding this confrontation for the last 4 years and heck - maybe even the past 44 years. I don't know. I love her. I do. But our relationship and our history is a whole other story...
So now, here I am, two black eyes, a gash between my eyes surgically glued together, a crooked, fractured nose, two front teeth that ache (fear I will lose them) and a life that is a mess.
But so happy to be home on my own couch, and now I really know that my H was the best thing that every happened to me.
PS - if this post seems loopy - it's probably due to the injury. I am still out of sorts. DR appointment on Monday
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