I told her that she was in extremely competent hands and these things take time, sometimes too much time.
Then she stated telling me about how unfair the world is and how she had it rough growing up as a boomer.
Then she shared that she was going to Ohio for Christmas to be with her other family and she asked me what I wanted and I told her nothing, as I do every year. Then she started getting angry that I don’t like Christmas.
As this was happening I told her I had to go get dinner started.
Date: November 1st, 2026 4:30 PM Author: M. I. Gay
did you remind her she birthed a chronically obese emotionally damaged basket-case before abruptly hanging up on her? seems like that's the real move here
Date: November 1st, 2026 4:55 PM Author: Fucking Fuckface
That's what "respect" means to you, huh? Kowtowing?
And that's before we even get to the reliability of the narrator problem, here, or the fact that this woman has to deal with the shame and guilt every fucking day of birthing disco fries. Do you have any idea what that would do to a person?
It doesn't stop at losing one's mind at the horror of it all. Not even close
Date: November 1st, 2026 4:56 PM Author: M. I. Gay
Did you read OP? Any woman that does that to her kid is a cunt who will only accept kowtowing. That's why DF is the way he is. He'd be much better off prioritizing his own dignity over that bitch's money. He has plenty.
Just to be clear, I am not personally handling her PI case. I referred her to some great PI guys. But she now criticizes and nitpicks me because she hasn’t gotten a check yet (accident happened in August). She’s literally the worst.
Dementia Mom was and is a terribly immoral, selfish, and narcissistic person. She cheated on my father relentlessly. Like 8 or 9 affairs. She was into drugs and drinking and hooking up with the boss to get ahead. When my father was at his lowest she took off and took me across the country. She was in a string of very abusive relationships where I usually got the receiving end of whatever was going wrong in her beaux’s life at the time. Well, Earl was hung like a horse and that’s all that mattered. So black eyes, and split scalps, and the need for stitches here and there became the thing of “boys will be boys” and other little lies we tell ourselves. Starting in HS she just didn’t talk to me for about 15 years until I got married and started having children of my own. Then she wanted to be a family again. We’ve crashed into all sorts of rocks along the way.