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me too.
2013-07-21 @ 9:56 a.m.
so i wrote all that stuff yesterday and i am so happy to have talked and worked it out with boy, because the whole mood of the house has improved. yesterday, while i was sitting here smoking out of our fantastic bootube, little A walked in completely unexpectedly. and i'm like ... ookay, why are you home right now? i thought i was going to have this week of peace and quiet ... T_T let's pulp fiction this one and learn what happened on friday. boy comes home on the phone, and tells me that that was just the state police. you see, earlier that day, psycho was supposed to be taking little A and his cousins to great adventure. she calls boy at like 10:30 in the morning while he's at work and asks him if he can come get her, she's broken down somewhere. he's asking where are you? are there any mile markers? what do you see? and she's saying nothing, she has no idea. she's confused. they're in the woods somewhere, not on the side of the road, but in the woods. little A is in the background telling her things, and boy is trying to make any sense of it, and then her phone dies. he says he calls her back like 40 times, and it goes straight to vm. she is notorious for NEVER having her phone charged. i'd say at least 75% of the time that boy (or little A, it doesn't matter) is trying to talk to her, her phone will die in the middle of the conversation. so he's like, what the fuck, what am i supposed to do? so he calls the state police and tells them to look for her, but he doesn't really know where she is. he describes the car and all that, then hears nothing for a number of hours. and that is where i pick up the story, boy coming home on the phone with the state police. we found her, who is this, she gave us this number. he's saying yeah, i'm her ex husband, i don't know why she gave you my number as a contact. and they say well just let anyone you can know that we're taking her to the hospital because she seems really confused and disoriented. then psycho's sister in law calls later and says yeah, i have the kids. apparently psycho stopped taking her medication again, started smoking and doing whatever she used to do again, and is once again completely insane as opposed to just very annoying, as she has been for the better part of the past year (until recently). she said that psycho's parents are probably going to take her back to the mental hospital she had been in before to get her tested or counseled or whatever you do in this situation. but boy was just like yeah, little A is not staying over there for a loooong time. friday night she called boy to ask him to call little A for her (?), because she was having some problem with the phone, but only because she was almost completely incoherent. like, all of the phones were fine. she was telling boy that little A's cell phone (why the fuck did she buy this kid a cell phone!?!?!?!!?!!????? he's 9 and can't even remember to wipe his own ass after he uses the bathroom!!! seriously!!!!) wasn't working, she couldn't set up the voicemail (?) and so that's why she couldn't call him. then boy said call him on YOUR cell phone, but she didn't have it or something, and he says, call him from your parents' phone (the phone she was on, the one she used to call boy to have this conversation), and she says it's dying, it doesn't work. and boy is just like WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT!? you're on it right now! do you even know who you're talking to right now? it was so weird to listen to, and he was super weirded out by how absolutely out of it she was. i said once he was off the phone how terrifying it was that this person was piloting a vehicle full of children just a few hours earlier. in fact boy, while on the phone, had said to her, "how would you feel if something had actually happened because of this?" and she replied, "[little A] and i take care of each other." we both were like, naw man. there is absolutely no justification for making your not even 10 years-old child babysit YOU. not. acceptable. so saturday (yesterday), boy had to go to a party at a high school friend's house, and out of nowhere little A comes home. when we were all here together at night, boy explains to little A that his mother is sick again, that she stopped taking her medication (little A says, "yeah, she told me ..." great parenting, nice job), and that she just needs some time to get better. we go to bed, sleep. this morning, at fucking 8 am, that fucking asshole calls boy wanting to talk to little A. boy is like what the fuck! he's asleep! we're all asleep! we have a house phone and you JUST bought him a cell phone. why are you not calling either of them. and she goes on to babble incoherently for 5-10 minutes, boy fruitlessly answering random questions sometimes repeated multiple times, before finally shouting, "[psycho]! do you want me to wake [little A] up! YES OR NO!? do you want to talk to [little A]! YES OR NO!?" after repeating this three times, and receiving either no response at all (he thought she hung up or disconnected, but she was just sitting there zombied out), or some more random babbling, he just hung up on her. after he hung up, he just sighed and said, "i'm going to have to deal with her for the rest of my life." and i sighed, because, yeah. me too. |