So Speaking of Crazy...

Sometimes I absolutely relish the mindless gossip and mama drama...It's so much more fun than actual real-life family drama. But, for most of you, my life is mindless mama drama. So, grab a cup of coffee (or a glass of wine) and enjoy...

My sister had her bridal shower just over a week ago...and I didn't go. In fact, I couldn't even stomach the thought of the damn thing. So what did I do? I hosted a girls' night, of course! It was tons of fun, and I got super trashed. It was perfect. I couldn't think about the shower because I was too busy prepping for the party, and then I was too busy getting wasted to care...

Monday morning, though, reality settled in as I prepared for my appointment with Doc McHottie. I told him about the party, about why I had it when I did and everything...and of course he asks me, "and how do you feel today?" And the answer was that I was curious...but I didn't look at photos that anyone had posted on Facebook, although I was tempted. I didn't feel that I had anything to gain from doing that. He told me that I am making incredibly difficult choices and that I'm never going to feel settled about them. It's true. I crave attachment...I want a sister, but I want a sister on my terms, the kind of sister that I have always dreamed would be there for me, a good sister...not this fucked up craziness that is apparently called "family." So it stung...That's how it felt...I felt like something bit me on Monday morning...and I needed something to ease the swelling. My session helped. Doc helped me realize that family doesn't have to be blood relatives. "The Goddesses can be your family," he said..."a sisterhood of sorts for you." The Goddesses are my friends; we aren't bonded by blood but instead, by choice. And it feels so incredible to have that bond that it's like the feeling of an ice pack on a mosquito bite. So my "sister" bit me...my Goddesses ease the pain and swelling. They help me heal. I walked out of his office as confident as ever, honestly. It is worth every penny that I pay...and I went on with my week.

We had our spring garage sale, and Hubby took a couple days off work to join me in that endeavor. I love that he does this because it gives us time to really talk and connect. It sounds lame, but it is so true! It's actually quality time for us. We even went to a friend's house for a cook-in (bad weather) on Saturday evening. There were lots of laughs and smiles, and it was heavenly...until Sunday.

Sunday, we found out that my father had called my MIL...GREAT. Worse yet, she seemed to have a guilty conscience and didn't want to share much about the conversation, other than saying that he called her to check in on us...and the girls, of course. Riiiight. Well, I happen to know his game, and I also happen to know that my MIL is a full-blooded Italian that likes to chat. Put the 2 together, and it's a recipe for too much fucking information. At any rate, after finding this out, my dumb ass (sucker, or whatever other noun you'd like to insert) sent him a text message:

"Please do not contact [Hubby]'s family and involve them in something that is none of their business. You put [MIL] in a very awkward and uncomfortable position."

THAT WAS IT. That was all I said...And I got a nearly immediate phone call, which I did NOT dare answer. And he left this voicemail:

http://smsvoice.sprint.com/playnote.do?aid=vn60cee17a263961683f5c89e30c25ac5513d0095b321553a090915cdd8ff425a8

Transcribed: "you know you play some really cute games you know that? If I want to talk to Mark's parents, I will talk to them at any point in time I want. I hope that you get the help that you need cause you are obviously way way out there..."

Awesome, right?! So...Hubby was NOT happy with this at all, and he decided to "fight for my honor," for lack of a better term. He sent a text to my father as well:

"Games huh? Like you calling my mother? Have a nice talk about how it is "your turn?" Did you tell her how much help [DomesticGoddess] needs, because she is the problem? You have some nerve. The reason [DomesticGoddess] needs help is because of you. So you can pull your bullshit and make it out like [she] has a problem to everyone else, but I suggest you look in the fucking mirror. If she needs help, you need more..."

He has my father set to go straight to voicemail, and he received a lovely greeting as well:

http://smsvoice.sprint.com/playnote.do?aid=vnc0cb2cc8a3cbb5ea54d116a7fa7b997a4890f0751375b7fbe14d111d216c8b78

Transcribed: "you know men generally talk man to man...but I can see that you're definitely not that, huh? Uh, you know, talkin like that to me? You stepped over the edge now, buddy...just so you know that. Be careful what bridges you burn in your life...all right?...Someday..you're gonna look back and regret this, but it's okay. I understand...because I was young and stupid once too. So...good luck to you...and God bless. I'll be sending Hayden's insurance papers in the mail to you..you can take care of that for your family. and we will not be contacting YOU. And..the real problem is...everyone else around you has been treated this way, and they understand it and they're afraid of your wife. But you know what? I'm not really afraid. Have a happy life..."

My father told Hubby that I have him [hubby] brainwashed, and I am manipulating Dr. McHottie. He said he'd looove to have the number for my therapist so he can tell him "the real story." So I had Hubby give my father the name and number of Dr. McHottie...and HE ACTUALLY CALLED HIM!!! I totally didn't think he would do it...McHottie asked me what he should say/do, and I told him it was fine to confirm that I am his patient...and I have an appointment with McHottie on Thursday....Stay tuned, folks!

Here's to the crazies...