Well, this weekend past was suppose to be a fun weekend with my family and although I was really dragging my feet about going over to my brother’s house, I tend to try and make the best out of a boring situation. Sunday was suppose to be a belated mother’s day for my mom, but they had a bunch of crap planned that had nothing to do with anything my mom likes. A day at the beach to play games? Seriously? Hi, have you even met our mom? She hates bugs, she hates Lake Erie water, and unless it’s a visit that’s quick she’s really not all that in to it.
As most of the people that read this blog know, I’ve had an on-going battle (though mostly behind her back) with my “sister” -in-law, B-renda. This is, of course, how she got her nickname B-(for biatch)renda because that’s all she’s ever really been to me. I’ll admit when I first met her there was something off about her that made me suspicious because no one is that syrupy nice, but her true colors showed in no time at all and I’ve disliked her since. So when they asked my mom if she’d rather eat or go to the beach, what do you think she’s going to pick? Der. Eating. Did I mention we didn’t eat the whole day beforehand because we were expecting a feast upon arrival? Too bad for them.
After we ate my nephews Chris and Brandon, Wes, and I decided to play bocce ball, which led to playing this velco catch game, which led to a nerf gun fight. Well there was a pink iris that was apparently a treasured plant or some such and when I passed through the bushes I was scolded for going through, even though no one said anything prior to that and in times before we’d gone in and out that way constantly. So fine, I apologized and said I didn’t know and even though I was a touch miffed that I was scolded like a 12yr old, I let it go because I wasn’t going to let it spoil the fun with my nephews. So, I made the mistake of leaping through the bushes, not because I was being malicious, but I was in to the game and wasn’t really thinking about it. As I said earlier, I was used to going through that way. So I was standing out front waiting for Brandon to reappear when Chris came and said, “You’re in so much trouble!” I said, “OoOOOo… oh no!” and he laughed and so did we, but truthfully that did spark a bit of anger. Not at Chris, but at B-renda. I shrugged it off because it wasn’t worth the day being ruined. She just isn’t worth it. Wes and I stayed put as we were still waiting on Brandon’s reappearance.
But he never appeared. Instead it was Chris again to tell Wes and I that we had to go to the backyard, where “her” highness was sitting because she wanted to “yell at us”. I went “OoOoOOoo” again and Chris said, “You don’t understand, we get grounded for doing what you did.” I said, “What’s she gonna do? Ground me? I’m not scared.” And truthfully I didn’t even imagine, couldn’t have fathomed, she was going to be the way she was. Chris laughed and said, “Yeah, what’s she gonna do?” so we made our way back but Brandon was still in hiding and apparently B-renda didn’t want to make her royal decree until we were all there. All the kids. So she sent Chris off to do her bidding again, and when he returned with Brandon he and I made eye contact, and not knowing the hell that was going to be rained upon me, we started playing again. After all, I had to get him back for throwing the gun at my legs, right?
I could hear her calling me, and I was headed in that direction when I noticed a bunch of plastic pieces and stopped to pick them up. This is when I heard, “JENNIFER, GET OVER HERE!” You know, the way a mom might call after a child? Wes, the poor guy, was sitting near them and said he thought, “Seriously? That’s how you’re going to call her?” Apparently my mom knew that there was going to be trouble too. So she starts off with, “Don’t go in the bushes. I told you not to go in the bushes.” Now, I’m already pretty freakin’ mad. Who the hell does she think she is? I have a mother, and it’s not her, and she wouldn’t dare talk to me like that. And I won’t even go in to the plants of mine she’s killed and replaced as a gift to my mom.
In any case, we started to argue, and I got off my chest that I was sick and tired of her treating me like crap. That she’s always treated me like crap, even though I’ve never done a thing to her, and I didn’t deserve it. If she wanted to speak to the kids that way, that was between her and my brother, but she wasn’t going to talk to me like that. My brother was getting angry at this point, and said “Hey!” and I said, “I’m sorry, but it’s just not something I’m going to put up with anymore. If you want to that’s your thing, but it’s not mine.” She said that I was acting childish and I can’t really remember why she stood up. Something to do with showing me the flowers? I can’t really remember, but I said I wasn’t really interested in what she had to show me and I was tired of listening to her. My brother said “Hey!” again and I glanced at him and back at B-renda before I said, “You’ve always treated me poorly and I’m sick of it.” She said, “Well, I’m sorry you feel that way.” I said, “Yeah, well I’m not the only one that feels that way.” and started to walk away. She said, “Jenny don’t you want to–” and I just waved her off with my hand and said, “I’m done listening to you.” My brother said, “HEY!” a lot louder this time and I said, “Well, I’m sorry but I’m not going to put up with it.” to which he said, “It’s my house.” and I said, “Well then I’ll leave it.” he said, “Bye!” and I went off with a, “I’m taking the car so if you guys that came with me want a ride home you’ll have to come now.”
That might have been a nice exit, but my mom was holding the keys so I had to go back. That’s alright though, Brenda piped up again and said, “You don’t want to hear my side?” and I said, “Nope. Not interested in what you have to say at all.” and left with Wes.
I really thought I’d feel horrible about it by now, but all I feel is angry still.
Mom was really upset this morning when she was suppose to go back and I’d stayed up to prepare the stuff for the party that I wasn’t going to. She said she felt like a traitor going over there when I do so much for her and care more for her than they do. I told her not to worry about it, that Chris shouldn’t be punished for what Brenda did, and even though Van could have been quiet and let it play out, I couldn’t really fault him for having his “wife’s” very very large back. When she left I was pretty sure she was going to ream someone a new one because she had her battle face on. Apparently the day went smoothly.
Oh well, such is life. I guess the only way for B-renda to have girl parts is to act like a C U Next Tuesday.