..:Star Trek and Stripping (no not THAT you perv!):..
Spent a good part of the morning stripping my parents decks so I can paint them again. When they say that shit is corrosive? They fucking MEAN it. I got 1 drop on my arm and now have what looks remarkably like a pox sore on my arm. Wonder if I could go into the docs office and freak him out.
Little sis is over right now, watching the Star Trek movie marathon at the moment and lamenting the fact that our respective stunts at the con last weekend landed me on space channel and Beej in the Toronto Star.
So, went shopping with my dad after work today, haven't seen the guy in about a month as both of us have rather hectic schedules, so it was real nice to see him.
Not so nice was the message he came bearing about my grandmother. I hate that woman, I really really do. And as much as alot of the hate is on my part and for my own reasons, alot of it is on my mothers behalf.
My grandparents built our cottage you see, way back when my mum was a kid, but my mum and dad are the ones who ended up paying off the morgage on it after they got married, not my grandparents. Grandpa died when I was a kid, and as my grandma had pretty much no interest in the place my mum took over, legally and everything. Our family has paid all the bills, upkeep and looked after pretty much every damn aspect of that place since I turned 5.
Now my parents are moving and retiring down in texas, my grandmother has suddenly decided that my mum should give all control of the cottage over to my aunts (who go up maybe once every 5 years or so). She also has been preassuring my mum to change her will, which is none of her business anyway, and deed the cottage to my aunts instead of us kids and dad.
My mum finally snapped. I hate my grandmother so damn much at times, for exactly this. My mother is one of the most impressive women I know, 5 kids, losing her firstborn, raising and putting ALL of us through Uni, keeping up 3 houses on a teachers salary and still keeping afloat and my grandmother reduces her to a nervous wreck with a single letter or phone call.
And the worst bit? Every once in a while when my mums finally had enough of her shit and snaps at her, like now, she always feels like shit for weeks afterward.
Why is it that our parents have the power to destroy us no matter how old we get?
Meru at 9:02 PM