I got kidnapped by a friend yesterday, and somehow ended up in Wal-Mart (of all places) watching in horror as my sister Toni tore into some poor kid for asking if she was my mom. She’s only five years older than me, but…yeah. “Awkward” does not begin to describe that mess yesterday.
So, anyway, she storms out, leaving me and Dee to apologize and pick up the pieces and try to make a graceful exit. Then we come back here, and I start getting phone calls from my husband’s family. Apparently, to “punish” me for having the gall to look too young, my sister had called up my mother-in-law (who despises me) and told her she’d seen me all cuddled up on some guy at Wal-Mart. Yeah. Thankfully, everybody knows Dee. Oh, did I not mention that Dee is not only gay, he’s also a drag queen on weekends? Lmao….
By the third phone call, the conversations were going like this: “Hey, what the fuck is this I hear ab-”
“It was Dee.”
“Oh.” Pause. “Hey, how’s he doin’? Did he ever decide if he’s gonna get a sex change yet?”
My husband called before I went to bed and said he’d heard I had left him, and wanted to know if I’d take him back if he’d wear fishnets and a pink boa. I told him to throw in a French maid costume and he’s got a deal.
As funny as this is-and it IS-I know I’m in for it later. When Toni figures out that her little plot backfired THIS badly, she’s gonna go nuts. She won’t be able to laugh about this, ever. She’ll just figure out something worse to do, and she’ll be sneakier about it. Worse, I won’t be the only target-she’ll go after my husband and in-laws, too. It doesn’t matter that we KNOW she’ll do something, either, because next time, she’ll avoid the problem of using people we know to get back at us. The last time she was humiliated this badly, she convinced her target’s sixteen year old to run to the store for her after putting a bag of weed in his car and calling the cops. His baby sister was in the back seat. Yeah, it was ugly, but that’s what she does.
So now I’m just sitting here waiting for her next move. Its not bad enough that my life is already falling apart, this bitch has to make it worse. I’ve warned my kids, my in-laws, and everybody else I can think of, called my lawyer and clued him in on the situation, called up the kids’ court appointed guardian and told him to watch out for any unusual complaints and why…I don’t know what else I can do, because I don’t know what she’s going to try.
I was feeling a little better yesterday. Now I’m just looking into that black hole again and KNOWING this is the kind of shit I have to deal with for the rest of my life. No matter how the next ten days go, no matter what happens, I will never have any real peace in my life. Even if I won the lottery tonight and moved to a private island tomorrow, she’d find a way to ruin it. I don’t know why I even bother trying any more.
It’s easy to say, “Oh, she’s just jealous.” Yeah, I know that. That’s why she does the crazy shit she does-she’s a narcissist, and an evil one at that. If she doesn’t “win” at everything, she makes sure everyone else loses, period. She does not care who she hurts, or how badly. She gets off on destroying people. It makes her happy to cause suffering. If she sees someone else happy, she goes after them like a rabid dog until they’re so broken they can’t get up again. Even if she sees someone miserable, if that person gets ANY positive attention whatsoever, she has to attack them. And there’s not a damn thing anyone can do about it. When she was married, her husband made her go to a shrink. That just made her a better psycho than before, because now she can fake being sane and sympathetic and normal.
Ugh. How the hell did I end up back where I started? I feel like I’m a kid again, and NOT in a good way.