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The Wrath of EATIN
May. 25th, 2004 11:58 amANGRY ANGRY SO FUCKING ANGRY.
If you read the previous entry, you will have learned that my brother was being a wanker but seemed to have gotten over it on Sunday.
Oh how wrong we were.
Yesterday, he summons my mother to his house, and she goes thinking she'll get a nice cup of tea, a chat and a play with her grandson.
Instead she get so much fucking abuse from my brothers GF about how she DARED meet his ex wife for lunch once or twice that she ended up in tears. Apparently she also treated her like a 2nd class citizen for not inviting her to my sister's wedding despite the fact that none of us had met her at that point and we were more concerned with getting thro it without my father that my idiot brother's fucking women problems.
So when my mother tries to explain that she didn't LOVE emma the instant anthony (the brother) took up with her because at the time my father had just died and she was also coping with severe arthritis and teh after affects 3 major joint replacement operations, the witch gf replied that 'we're not here to talk about death or illness'.
That girl needs a SERIOUS lesson in manners and respect. She also needs to learn that the world does not revolve around her and her fucking problems. And who the hell does she think she is to tell my mother who she can and can't see? Who the fuck made her queen of the world?
I'm not sure if I'm more angry at her for having the nerve to talk to my mother like that, or at my brother for letting her.
Of course mum has said we're not to mention it to try and keep the peace, so I haven't yet told them exactly what I think of them, but if they ask they'll get told in no uncertain terms.
I was so angry when I found out about this yesterday I actually felt sick. I have now subsided to a kind of low-grade fury that could spill over at the slightest provocation. For now we (my sister and I) are concentrating on keeping my mother together.
I did suggest she put on the ex-wife's wedding dress (which for some bizarre reason Anthony has dumped in her house), fill the house with candles and ask them round for cake.
Cake with ARSENIC.
If you read the previous entry, you will have learned that my brother was being a wanker but seemed to have gotten over it on Sunday.
Oh how wrong we were.
Yesterday, he summons my mother to his house, and she goes thinking she'll get a nice cup of tea, a chat and a play with her grandson.
Instead she get so much fucking abuse from my brothers GF about how she DARED meet his ex wife for lunch once or twice that she ended up in tears. Apparently she also treated her like a 2nd class citizen for not inviting her to my sister's wedding despite the fact that none of us had met her at that point and we were more concerned with getting thro it without my father that my idiot brother's fucking women problems.
So when my mother tries to explain that she didn't LOVE emma the instant anthony (the brother) took up with her because at the time my father had just died and she was also coping with severe arthritis and teh after affects 3 major joint replacement operations, the witch gf replied that 'we're not here to talk about death or illness'.
That girl needs a SERIOUS lesson in manners and respect. She also needs to learn that the world does not revolve around her and her fucking problems. And who the hell does she think she is to tell my mother who she can and can't see? Who the fuck made her queen of the world?
I'm not sure if I'm more angry at her for having the nerve to talk to my mother like that, or at my brother for letting her.
Of course mum has said we're not to mention it to try and keep the peace, so I haven't yet told them exactly what I think of them, but if they ask they'll get told in no uncertain terms.
I was so angry when I found out about this yesterday I actually felt sick. I have now subsided to a kind of low-grade fury that could spill over at the slightest provocation. For now we (my sister and I) are concentrating on keeping my mother together.
I did suggest she put on the ex-wife's wedding dress (which for some bizarre reason Anthony has dumped in her house), fill the house with candles and ask them round for cake.
Cake with ARSENIC.
