Too Much Information redux

A conversation.... with my mom.... this is my end of the conversation.....

You know why she was able to move? Guess. No, not me. When was the last time I gave YOU money? I'll give you three guesses and a hint. She got the money from the man who can't afford to give it to her. He lent her money for a new tire. He needs her help. He needs a ride here and there. I know that, that's why he lent her the money. Fair trade? Not really.

Now she still owes him, borrowed more from him and used what she managed to scrape up as a deposit for her new apartment. That's not right. His washer broke. She told him to go to the fucking laundromat MOM! HOW THE FUCK WAS HE SUPPOSED TO GET THERE?

IT TOOK ME THREE FUCKING MONTHS TO GET DAD TO GO LOOK AT HIS WASHER!!! It took Dad less than 15 minutes to fix. They spent more time yapping back and forth than dad spent with the washer. He had no washer for THREE FUCKING MONTHS. He had to go over *****'s to do his laundry. Then he's stuck there all day, It's not like he can walk home, the blind man is gonna walk ten miles? It would be forty dollars for him to take a cab from there!! You know he's not going to go off on her. You know he doesn't like her, she's a screwball mom! She's also off her medication. Again.

Everybody has known for weeks that he needed his prescriptions. Did anybody pick them up? No. Can you guess who went and got them? Mom, don't be stupid. You know who picked them up. You know I love him.

They can't even manage to pick him up food. Bring the man a piece of fruit or two! A couple of cans of fruit cocktail for God's sake! He needs cat litter once a month or so..... do they bring him any? NO.

I just brought him stuff, in a stolen car and took him to 7-11. No mom, it wasn't really stolen, you know the deal, borrowed without explicit permission is more appropiate. You know who let me drive her car.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much Bryan! How much was it?" and he paid me. I didn't charge him for the things I decided he needed. He's going to need them and nobody is going to think to ask if he needs them. Do they think? Do they?

He needs his insulin to stay alive. You'd think they'd care about that. No, they don't. Still the same people they always were. She's insane and the other one is still self absorbed and selfish.

What? Is it my turn now? I can barley take care of myself!!! You know what a mess I am!! I'm not saying I'm perfect. I'm far from it, you know that. I know he's using his disability as an excuse to avoid other things. Mom. I'm Not Stupid.

You know damned fucking well he doesn't want to be like this. Have you seen him break down and cry like I have? It's not crocodile tears. I don't think he'd do it in front of anyone but me. He hurts terribly and there really isn't any way for him to fix his life. You know he didn't plan this or do it on purpose.

Do you know who just got out of jail? AGAIN. Guess who has Hep-C! What the fuck was he up to before he was with her? What the hell is he up to now? He doesn't work. I guess jail is better, he get's free healthcare!

The End.

That was too revealing. Gotta stop there. No, I wasn't going for drama there. That's what it's like. The only "normal person" I know is my sister.... and that alone makes her abnormal.

I really didn't need to know my mother was running around naked on the same beach fronts as Regulus. That's Icky.

Somebody please come kill me now. Painlessly and quickly please.