So Maw was crying. Waah! Waah! She forgot to take her “happy pills” to balance out the hormones.
And this is all because she couldn’t get the help she wanted from me – to help her turn on the stupid television. You know what? People like her shouldn’t own a television, let alone operate a remote control. That’s how dumb these people are. Sorry but I see myself getting dumb in many areas, too.
Essentially, I ignored her and brought down the laundry to wash. I greeted the parakeets. Lo and behold, she started hollering from upstairs.
“You don’t go with us. Only Dad and me! You are mean/”
I’m like fine, b!tch. People told me you are mean and crazy. Gee, where do you suppose I got that trait? Hey, I’m old and I don’t care, too. I learned that from you Maw!
You know what? You can die, too, with your husband. Because all of us are putting up with each other until I get out of your sorry lives. We are just trying to get along together under this one roof but it won’t change the expectations of my being independent.
Then she came back indoors from the garage and started ranting again. I believe that is how her siblings, like the late Uncle Florene, handled their emotions: Blow hot air and steam EVERY FRIGGIN’ day and then blame the other person. Hey! This sounds familiar – like everyone else I’ve encountered – blaming an external force. You know what? Good riddance. Enjoy the rest of the day, old farts!
Anyway, she went on to say:
“That’s why parents don’t like to live with their children. Because when the parents need something, the children are not there for them! After all the good we’ve done, we are taken advantage of and this is what we got! You’re rich! Go ahead and live by yourself. I dare you!”
You know what? It’s the same line for most of her life. That is so true. It’s your karma for being a b!tch. She got money to make her and her husband happy for all I care. If I had my money, you wouldn’t see me living in the Bay Area!
After living with these two, I’m sick of them, too. That’s why there is a senior living assistance and the nursing home awaiting for them and all of us.
I was merely testing her – to see if she knows how to move on with her sorry life. She is on her last leg and nerve. This was another test for me. And as usual, I failed to teach her to STOP WATCHING TELEVISION. She loves noise for some reason.
The other time I got mad and had to shut the stupid noise from the radio. It was blaring loudly. She got mad at me in return. No wonder Paw couldn’t get mad at her. She nuts!
Maw needs anger management. That’s all. Everyone is short-circuiting. It’s too bad that the price for security, living free in this damn house.
And yesterday she suggested that I fix the roof to the house, if I had money, which would never be returned because of you, Pete! You know what? Damn you, all. She told us by citing an example of the Chinese living behind us. They spent $50,000 for a new roof.
Right there, I don’t give a damn.
So to all of you with problems, go die. Please. It’s easier for all of us that you keep your problems to yourselves. Sometimes it’s supposed to be that way. And there’s nothing we could do about it. I’ve read somewhere:
“What do you want me to do about it?”
Heh!
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