*BORING* warning *BORING*…..but now it’s off my chest
My mom called me while I was making lunch. It was the fourth time that day, and it was only 2:00. The three messages before I actually talked to her were manic, over the top and went on way over the appropriate message allotment time. She talked about the sky, her husband, the weather, that she was bored. She told me to make sure I call my sister at least three times because…and then she went into obscene amounts of detail as to why.
The fourth call was while I was making lunch. I hadn’t eaten all day and was past critical mass. I get ugly when this happens. I picked up and told her that I was irritated and hungry at the moment and to stop calling, I would call her back later. She said okay, and then went on to ask if I wanted her extra metal detector. I said “no”, and repeated that I was going. She went on to question why I wouldn’t want a metal detector and to point out all of the great features, it’s expense and how much fun it would be on camping trips. I repeated that I was irritated, hungry and that I was making lunch so I was going to go, in a voice I usually reserve for Murphy the dog when she’s pissing me off. She laughed, mocked me in a baby voice “oooohhhh, are youuuuuu madddddd? Why are you soooo maddddd”. Then in a regular voice, “How does Andy deal with you when your like this?” I answered, “Well, first of all he doesn’t laugh at me and mock my pain.” I told her I would call her later and the conversation ended.
The only person to blame here is me. I never should have picked up that phone in my condition.
Even after I told her that I would call her later, she called me again. She was laughing and mocking in the same way. I know it’s the bizarro connections in her brain that make it impossible for her to deal with any emotion or situation out of her control. Or that she feels some sort of weird competition with me in which any situation that she can try to make me inferior and her superior, she’ll take, no matter how ridiculous, strange and immature it looks in the “real” world. Or, she was just having some sort of undiagnosed manic episode. I know these things, and really, it’s not my problem. I told her again I would call her later.
Andy and I went camping last night in the Eurovan. We were out of cell range because of the mountains so I didn’t call back. On the way home, I called to say I was feeling better and apologize for my rude behavior. I’m glad I called before I got home to get this email.
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dear cynthia, i am rather shocked and a bit dismayed at the response i
receiveed from you during our telephone conversation. i have take your
number out of my cell phone and will only call you on an emergency basis. i
will use email for other times. i am worried that someting is wrong. how
is you health/ i know you said you were hungry when you called, but it
sounded more than that to me, later when i called again, i thought you
would be over whatever, but you weren’t. i am sorry i disturbed you, love
mom
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So good, I said sorry, mom feels like a vindicated victim / superior, masking her raging inferiority complex / martyred and in control…all is right again in the universe.
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