Tuesday, November 30, 2004

Today proves I’m not going to get shit from the queen for my birthday because she sent a letter. If she were going to send money, she’d have waited a few more days and sent the money with the letter.

As usual, she went on and on about herself, her puzzles, her crocheting, etc. All she said in regard to us was that it’s been a long time since they’ve heard from us. Really? Gee, I wonder why! She also said Raymond’s in the hospital due to something about his heart and valves. Wouldn’t it be nice if he died right before she did so we could get more money? Nah, Nora would just get his share. Also, Miss Perfect is taking time off from work to play appointment with her. She said she hopes her blood has everything it needs, but of course, I’ll be hoping just the opposite. Not that I feel the least bit of sympathy for Miss Perfect, but if we felt like the queen was more of a daughter than a mother/mother-in-law in the past, imagine how she must feel! Having to take time off to play appointment – how fun. Maybe she and Dave are having the same deadly wishes I have. Yeah well, she ain’t going before she’s 86 or 87, so they better stay used to being her slave.

Tom’s someone I sometimes can’t even begin to fathom. He wants to respond to her, and I’m like, why would you even want to bother responding to someone who doesn’t give a shit about you? Then he confused me by saying we should play up our situation, not that it can be played up much more and not like it’d do a damn bit of good as far as getting any money from her. But then he said he’d be vague and give short explanations of things. At first I was adamantly against it, saying I should send her a piece of my mind and be done with her, but they say true love means not only sacrificing your wishes for your partner but accepting and supporting their ways as well, even if you don’t agree with them. So this means that I’ll support whatever he chooses to do. I just hate to see him end up so disappointed in the end, and can’t imagine why he’d want to bother. I know, however, there’s a huge difference between his mom and mine. Mine was downright abusive while his is just selfish. Anyway, I’m hoping he’ll want to email her, but if he insists I write something while he dictates, I’ll go along with it even though I think it’s a pointless waste of time. It’s his mother anyway.

The fact that it’s been nearly a week and I haven’t gotten a response to a simple little query makes me think I’m not going to. I had started to think, why wouldn’t God let me publish something since there’s no money in it after all, so why not? But then the very simple answer came to me – because I like to write, and if it’s something Jodi likes to do, it usually doesn’t go much further than being just a thought, a dream, or a hobby.

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