She's finally snapped.

I just made my mom cry. And, I kicked her out of my house.

Today, she was worse than she was yesterday. I mean, yesterday she was bad enough. First, she calls, and I can tell when she's looking for a fight.

"Where's Alden?"

"In his room, cleaning it."

"On the first day of school? Why? Don't you think he's tired enough? Why don't you do it for him? What kind of person are you? Why are you so mean to him?"

"Because I didn't make the mess."

"Oh, you're terrible!"

"If you called just to give me shit, I'm hanging up now."

She didn't call, just to give me shit. She called to tell me she was coming over, to give Alden some stuff. Fine, whatever. More crap. Luiz was here, I didn't feel like getting into it.

She shows up, outside, Alden runs to meet her, and they're playing outside for awhile. She brought a tee ball thing. We have a huge yard, we have a backyard filled with play-equipment for Alden, a huge grassy unlandscaped area for him to play. We have a very nice front yard, elaborately landscaped, always a work in progress. Alden doesn't play in the front yard. A) because I don't want him near the street. B) because I want to have a pretty section of the yard, uncluttered of toys. Simple enough, right? She plants this fucking teeball thing in the front corner of the front yard. 6 feet away from a main road. Then, as if that weren't enough, she dismantled a flagstone wall, to pile flagstones around the base of the tee, so it didn't fall over when Alden hit it. What. EVER. I let her go. She was in a *mood*.

She comes in, later, walks in, first thing she says is "this house is a disaster, how do you live?" then, Luiz was stretched out on a futon thing, on the floor (fully dressed, wide awake, reading) and she looks him over, and goes "what, are you DRUNK? What are you doing on the FLOOR in the middle of the DAY" Was like "ok, mom...time to stop harassing my guest..." She left. At that point, it was chuckle-worthy. "What a psycho."

Irv, of course, came home and had a conniption, later. He moved the teeball thing, yelling about how she took apart the wall, etc. He put it in the back yard, rebuilt the wall.

But, it doesn't end there, oh no. I wish it did.

TODAY, she came over, because she had "so many new clothes, for Alden, brand new things she bought for school this year" and she was pissed that WE went out and bought him school clothes, when she had done so already. So, she comes over just a while ago, with this huge bag. Get this. Inside the bag are 4 clearance sale tee shirts. Some nice, some not so much, but at least those were new, and 6 pairs of pants...that we bagged up and gave her when we moved in beacause he'd either grown out of them or we didn't like them. He wears a size 8, all the stuff she gave me was size 6. I'm still being pleasant at this point. I even thanked her. I was like "yeah, he can use some of this stuff, I'll clean out his drawers and bag up the stuff that doesn't fit anymore." And that was that. Then she makes the comment:

"I see Irv moved the teeball thing...well, now it's in the wrong place, it's all wrong, if he hits it and runs around from there, he could break his leg"

To which I replied "better than running on to a main road, though. Oh yeah, and Irv freaked out because you took down half his flagstone wall, to steady the thing, so try not to do that anymore" with half a smile.

Then, she lost it. "Well your husband is just an asshole, how dare he yell about that? He's such an asshole!"

"I think maybe you should go now."

"What?! I'm not leaving, what are you saying? I do nice things for you and you kick me out of your house?"

"You've been looking for a fight since yesterday, You won't disrespect me like this it's not right. You can't talk to me, to my guests, or about my husband that way, I'm sorry, go now."

"boohoohoohoo"

"Bye."

"*sniffle* I was going to come over later to play with Alden, but now I'm not! *wail*"

"Bye."


I think she's finally snapped. I mean who DOES that?!

This was taken verbatim, even, because she JUST left, in a huff, so I remember it perfectly. I'm half expecting her, or my stepdad to call me, and bitch me out further.