I know. I should be posting something perhaps more recent.
CEO's have to clean up smelly garbage from time to time. My Mom has created alot of garbage; a lifetime of it and some most recently. And the shit really stinks. I'll blog the recent garbage she left on my proverbial doorstep sometime, but below you will get a glimpse into the world of pyschotic June Cleaver.
Last night I sifted through the garbage and chatted with Julie/CrunchyMom, I recalled the time my Mom killed my cat. Did you blink twice and reread that line? Yes, I said my Mom killed my cat. No....it wasn't accidentally.
This was a retaliation kill.
Really. Seriously, I can't make this stuff up.
Join me for a moment in 1985. I had just started college.
Mom demanded I come home Labor Day weekend of my Freshman year. Honestly, it was more like an order: "you WILL come home ". One problem: NO CAR! None of my friends were going home for me to bum a ride, so end of story. I phoned and told her I couldn't make it home that weekend. She was angry. Oh yes, once again I was a huge disappointment and had disobeyed her orders. I reminded her I was coming home a different weekend because I did have a ride then.
A couple of weeks later I packed and headed home. I knew my cat was sick. I was happy to go home and see her one more time. When my Dad picked me up he informed me Mom had just taken my cat to the vet to have her put to sleep before I got home. "Why didn't she wait until I got home?" I asked.
He told me Mom did it to get back at me for not coming home Labor Day Weekend. And sure enough, she had done it.
She claimed the cat was just "too sick to wait for me to get home". When I said I wanted to go to the vet and see her, Mom's response was "I will not allow you to." Not allow me? She refused to tell me which vet she took the cat to!!! When I told her she was being mean, the ugliness within her emerged and she showed her true self. "This is what you get for not coming home Labor Day weekend when I told you to. Maybe next time you will do what I say."
Dad wasn't kidding. The crazy woman admitted to killing my cat just because I didn't make it home when she demanded. I would never wish anyone to have the kind of Mom I have.
So many crazy stories, so little time.