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Note to self: You need a code word for when you think the universe isn't trying to actively kill you. Because every time you think it the universe gets the last fucking laugh.
Widget's mother has terrible taste in men. Terrible taste in men. TERRIBLE. The father of the Widget's little sisters assaulted Widget and she stood by her man. Somehow this turned into DSS standing by her and it took for-freakin-ever to get rid of them.
Take a minute and let that sink in. Her baby-daddy throws the kid he didn't father into a dryer. He shoves him into a cupboard. He sits on the kid. The kid's mother stands by her man, and DSS takes her side.
Anyway, she eventually shacks up with a new guy with the same first name as the abusive jerk and they get married. I'll freely admit I wasn't all that enthused about new guy because her track record is spotty at best and during the courtship she was off her meds far more often than she was on them. (She's bi-polar but she doesn't believe she is when she's not on her meds, which means she doesn't take her meds.) STILL. They got married and I decided to cut the guy some slack.
Cue the universe.
Widget is 11. I love him dearly, but he's also a little bit of a pain in the arse. He's mouthy and he's lacking in the good sense God gave a gnat.
He mouthed off to his mother and was probably a right royal pain about it, too. I dunno, I wasn't there. New!husband picks Widget up, shakes him, and tells him that if he ever talks to his mother that way again, he'll break his neck. The next day, btw, they go hunting. I gather the threat was repeated on the hunting trip, too.
Widget, understandably, has decided he would really rather not go back to his mother's any time soon. This happened at the end of September or beginning of October, I think. She calls last night and isn't taking no for an answer. There's yelling. There's raised voices. There's crazy coming over the line.
New husband calls the boy (the boy = my brother) and admits to his behaviour and in the same breath says he thinks it would be more convienant for new husband to pick Widget up instead of Widget's mother making an extra trip out just to pick up her kid.
Mums tells me this today and my brain short circuits to the point she has to repeat it twice more before it sinks in.
You just told someone you shook their kid and threatened to break their neck, which the kid took literally (I'm thinking the military background doesn't hurt in this case) and then you're like "oh, and so the kid's mother doesn't have to waste gas, I'd like to pick the kid up. Alone."
( I'm sorry, what? )
Annnnnnnd now we must prepare for a possible DSS invasion.
I... I just cannot even begin to process the amount of WTF that's going on. I'd like to run away, now. I'm not sure where or how but I'm tired of this.
Widget's mother has terrible taste in men. Terrible taste in men. TERRIBLE. The father of the Widget's little sisters assaulted Widget and she stood by her man. Somehow this turned into DSS standing by her and it took for-freakin-ever to get rid of them.
Take a minute and let that sink in. Her baby-daddy throws the kid he didn't father into a dryer. He shoves him into a cupboard. He sits on the kid. The kid's mother stands by her man, and DSS takes her side.
Anyway, she eventually shacks up with a new guy with the same first name as the abusive jerk and they get married. I'll freely admit I wasn't all that enthused about new guy because her track record is spotty at best and during the courtship she was off her meds far more often than she was on them. (She's bi-polar but she doesn't believe she is when she's not on her meds, which means she doesn't take her meds.) STILL. They got married and I decided to cut the guy some slack.
Cue the universe.
Widget is 11. I love him dearly, but he's also a little bit of a pain in the arse. He's mouthy and he's lacking in the good sense God gave a gnat.
He mouthed off to his mother and was probably a right royal pain about it, too. I dunno, I wasn't there. New!husband picks Widget up, shakes him, and tells him that if he ever talks to his mother that way again, he'll break his neck. The next day, btw, they go hunting. I gather the threat was repeated on the hunting trip, too.
Widget, understandably, has decided he would really rather not go back to his mother's any time soon. This happened at the end of September or beginning of October, I think. She calls last night and isn't taking no for an answer. There's yelling. There's raised voices. There's crazy coming over the line.
New husband calls the boy (the boy = my brother) and admits to his behaviour and in the same breath says he thinks it would be more convienant for new husband to pick Widget up instead of Widget's mother making an extra trip out just to pick up her kid.
Mums tells me this today and my brain short circuits to the point she has to repeat it twice more before it sinks in.
You just told someone you shook their kid and threatened to break their neck, which the kid took literally (I'm thinking the military background doesn't hurt in this case) and then you're like "oh, and so the kid's mother doesn't have to waste gas, I'd like to pick the kid up. Alone."
( I'm sorry, what? )
Annnnnnnd now we must prepare for a possible DSS invasion.
I... I just cannot even begin to process the amount of WTF that's going on. I'd like to run away, now. I'm not sure where or how but I'm tired of this.
