Miss Spink and Other Mother strike again
Itâs one thing when itâs just one of them, but both of them has me looking like this:
Anyways,
I told Miss Spink about an issue with my car insurance. She, of course, turned it into a huge thing and started freaking out. Anything for attention, right? The teacher in me should have known to ignore her attention seeking, but my anger took the best of me. In the midst of loudly arguing/speaking with my mom on the phone, who comes in the room? Other Mother, wearing her âplease calm downâ smile. It looks like this, emphasis on the squinty eyes:
Would be great if sheâd kindly mind her own fucking business. And then she just stood there like a creepy eavesdropper.
The bright side, I go on vacation starting this weekend. The not-so-bright side is that my birthday is this week and Iâm wondering how badly theyâre going to fuck it up.
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Miss Spink thinks sheâs being funny.
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Miss Spink plays 20 questions
Miss Spink (birth mom) has convinced herself that we donât spend enough time together. I guess me having a full time job and going to school full time allows for plenty of free time to see her, never mind the 2 hour drive. Let me tell you something about Miss Spink. Sheâs fucking bored. Sheâll text and call me and tell me all about how much she misses me. Which is sweet at first, until itâs just her being so obviously vindictive. She begs for money. She manipulates men. Sheâs roughly 60 yrs old and acts like a teen, and sometimes reverts to a childlike mentality. She literally throws hissy fits.
Anyways, we were on the phone just now and instead of having a normal conversation, I was immediately greeted by several intrusive questions.
âHow was your day? Did you get enough sleep? Iâm not feeling so good today, how are you feeling? Are you coming to thanksgiving? What time are you coming? What are you bringing? Whereâs Wibey, what is he doing, howâs his new job, howâs his dad, howâs his mom, how are you and him, what time is he done work, are you mad at me, why are you giving me attitude, do you want to just get off the phone?â
Itâs one thing asking questions for purpose or conversation. Itâs another win youâre literally drilling me. To the point where I donât want to tell you the truth on how Iâm doing because youâre only asking as a formality anyway. See she does a little thing called narcissistic formalities. Sheâll ask a question hoping your response will be a long the lines of âGood. You?â And then next thing you know sheâs off, driving the point that the attention is on her now, and she can tell you all of her bullshit in order to manipulate her into feeling bad for her. Sheâs great at it.
So now Iâm gonna take a nap and probably not wake up until tomorrow.
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The characters of my story
So in order to keep my life some what private, as ironic as that sounds, Iâm going to give you a character reference list. I often compare my life story to the 2009 stop-motion animation Coraline. So, if I say any of these names, this is who Iâm talking about;
Coraline: Me
Wybie: My beloved boyfriend
Miss Spink: My birth mother (twin)
Miss Forcible: My Aunt (twin)
Other Mother: Boyfriends mom
Father: birth dad, deceased
Other Father: Boyfriends Step Dad
Mr. Bobinsky: Boyfriends Real Dad
Itâll probably get confusing
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Listen up, because I wonât be repeating myself.
I made this blog entirely to vent. I doubt anyone is ever even going to see it, or take interest in it. Itâs about me, early 20s college girl whoâs been circling the drain circa 2013. That year fucking sucked. Had an abortion, broke up with my super shitty ex, started dating my current boyfriend who was also circling the drain because of his also super shitty ex. We fell in love. Within six years, we lost a lot. My dad died of cancer, I lost my childhood home and basically got kicked out by my narcissistic controlling mom. Next thing you know Iâm barely 18, living with my boyfriend. I had to learn how to go to college on my own, transfer to a new one, and find grants without any guidance. It sucked, but I just graduated with my associates last year and itâs a journey I finally made some progress in. On the bad side of things, his mom became super controlling and narcissistic as well. At times, worst than my own mom. Youâll see in my posts to come. He lost his grandma, which was earth shattering. Lost some childhood pets that were like children to us. Got a new car, but then lost his job. Itâs been rough. All while living under the roof of his crazy mom and lazy step dad. Yikes. I know itâs not really exciting or worthwhile for most blog enthusiasts but itâs real life. Itâs my story, and I have to tell someone besides my cats.
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