THROWN OUT!!!

So, how is this for an ever-changing present moment??  Tonight, I got thrown out of my son’s house.  Forget that I was supposed to be able to stay there for a month while they are away.  After all, the State of North Carolina is closing them down, so they have to go to Europe for a month!  And, they are taking four teenagers!  Here, of course, is the rub – what little money I was paid, was spent giving them a wedding shower, which turned into their wedding.  I might add that the girl who provided the house and another who helped with the food, and the guy who baked thee cake and a few others received thank you notes.  Naturally, I was not on the list.  Now they need “space”, because someone will surely die of overcrowdedness in the next 14 days.  It was okay if I was a working bee for however many hours they needed.  It was okay to decide (after I lost my temper and “yelled” (the forbidden sin), to go to a cabin with a friend (of course no “space” was needed then) for three days, without telling me that they had given another couple the weekend off.  I suppose they felt it was adequate punishment.  

The crux of this was that on Monday, I said I thought they were very rude due to the fact that they sat on a couch across from me, talking softly, texting and emailing.  The only time anyone spoke to me is if I asked a question.  Of course, the whole issue was avoided because I raised my voice.  Seems if you raise your voice, whatever the issue, no matter how relevant, it is nonexistent as punishment to the person yelling.

It also seems to me, that if you really don’t want someone around, you definitely will not take presents or money or anything else that one might construe as acceptance.

I never thought I would see a day sadder than the day Mike died, but today is because I just lost a son who is alive.  It is interesting, though, that I was all right until I became the mother-in-law.  So, I guess the rule is, when your son is getting married, ask the bride-to-be what personality you are supposed to have.  Then if you don’t have it, she can decide whether to take on the family.  Obviously, my personality is only okay if I am giving you something or doing something for you – and remaining quiet!. 

Isn’t is also nice to know that upon being asked to leave, no one bothered to ask if I have enough money to get anywhere!  Of course, they need the money for travel.  You think I sound a little bitter?  Perhaps  Actually, it would have been better if he had stabbed me in the heart.  Hopefully, while in Europe, they will observe the respect children have for their parents and it will wear off.

Anyway, now that I have gotten that off my chest (aren’t you glad you tuned in?) I guess I will try to get some sleep.  Fat chance, however, since I was up all night last night crying, and tonight I will probably be awake from so much anger.

If this is a test, surely I am not passing.  I will pack my car and drive somewhere tomorrow, but I will not be answering my cell phone because I do not want to cry.  Oh well, I guess I will have to learn to be alone somewhere else.  Certainly, there is much more humor in this than I am displaying at the moment.  (Like the fact, that I would like to knock Shawn across the room – myself, too, for not facing the fact that the excitement of a new marriage, the prospect of a month in Europe IN 14 DAYS were not enough to remove him from his self-involvement.  It is astounding to realize that as the mother, you are not worth 14 days.  Angry?  Oh yes.  The good thing is that I will recover, but I am certainly going to miss the person I thought he was.  Will try to add some more humor next time.  Thanks for checking.  Ricci