She claims later to not have known what was going on (as far as my husband's surgery was going). I know she did, I sometimes managed to get a word in edgewise between the "memememe and then there was mememeememe and then IIIIII". Also, I really could have given a crap whether she knew or not. WTF!! What kind of person does this? I seriously came out of that? Come on, there must be some mistake. (there is an uncanny physical resemblance that makes the "switched at birth" theory seem unlikely...)
I received this request just as my husband was about to go into surgery to get six inches on his colon taken out. I wonder if the timing wasn't such that I was working sixty hours a week, my husband was about to have major surgery, and the bizarre timing of a gift so she could get a gift....would I have just given in like the good little mouse of a daughter that I had been? Would I have just rolled over? I like to think I wouldn't have, but I might have to be perfectly honest. I was just fed up at the time, it was the very final last straw in the millions of straws received.
A gift, a fucking gift, that is what was worrying this woman? How about no fucking gift, how about that? How about you buy yourself things you like, and I buy myself things I like? Despite my mothers fictional stories about rushing to my rescue with a bike that I needed (hahaha), I could afford things. I wasn't asking for anything, and did not ask for the bike or anything else she gave me. I didn't type out lists of what I wanted every year. Isn't that for children to do for Christmas? Weren't we adults now? I was at least. I didn't want anyone stressing out that they may not have gotten me exactly what I wanted every year, and guess frigging what, I didn't get exactly what I wanted BUT I APPRECIATED THE THOUGHT THAT WENT INTO MY GIFTS. What a ingenuous holiday concept! Now unfortunately, I have recently found out exactly what those thoughts were, and I WISH WISH I had known that then. I would have in exact detail which orifice to shove her "gifts".
She wanted this to improve "our relationship". As Dr Phil would say "how did that work for you?' Because spending time with someone, listening to someone, supporting someone emotionally, and not spending every conversation talking endlessly about one's self could not possibly be a way to improve a relationship. Crazy talk!
All that though, that's old news. Fifteen year old news, Eggy hadn't finished yet. After all, she was denied what she wanted. I dared to utter that one word "no". Here we are 15 years later, and the
Meanwhile the thought my Eggy put into my presents was her imaginings of what a loser life I was leading. I guess I could only aspire to be where she was at that same age, in a loveless marriage, being miserable teaching, and having her husband dictate for her what she could and could not do. I am guessing Eggy might have been just the least bit jealous, and wanted her payment for the life she missed.....due to "the accident". Well, here it is honey, here is your payment. Happy Anniversary to ME!!! FUCK OFF TO YOU!