We Are Family
Lately, I've been dropping in to visit my mother-in-law once or twice a week, for a couple of reasons. First, because she called me a couple of months ago and told me where to find her. I hadn't known for two years, and the number I'd known for almost twenty had been disconnected.
You see, X gave strict orders to his friends and family not to fraternize with me. The friends listened, sadly. His sister and mother have opined, to me if not to him, that it's none of his business who they speak to. And all three of us agree that family is family, and family does not necessarily require a seven alleal DNA match.
Second, because I've got to clear my bathtub of the boxes full of X's stuff.
I know, I know, I should just dump it in the lake. After all, it's not fifty feet away. But I just can't bring myself to be that much of a petty bitch. Petty, maybe. A bitch, sometimes. But a petty bitch, no.
In the next story, Postmodern Sass gets back to business. Later, Sass's friend Ace asks about X, and can't believe the answer.
You see, X gave strict orders to his friends and family not to fraternize with me. The friends listened, sadly. His sister and mother have opined, to me if not to him, that it's none of his business who they speak to. And all three of us agree that family is family, and family does not necessarily require a seven alleal DNA match.
Second, because I've got to clear my bathtub of the boxes full of X's stuff.
I know, I know, I should just dump it in the lake. After all, it's not fifty feet away. But I just can't bring myself to be that much of a petty bitch. Petty, maybe. A bitch, sometimes. But a petty bitch, no.
In the next story, Postmodern Sass gets back to business. Later, Sass's friend Ace asks about X, and can't believe the answer.
Labels: family, moving to California
2 Comments:
Which is why you were always far too good for him.
I think that would be lowering yourself to way below who you are. You really don't want to do that, do you?
The X sounds like a real pill...if he was obnoxious enough to tell your friends to not fratenize with you.
It is a sad comment that they listened... you need a better grade of friends—you need to have standards, and high ones at that—at least where friends are concerned. In my book, friends are the family you pick for yourself—so pick them wisely
Of course, leaving his stuff outside, or turning on the bathtub faucet by accident might be funny. :D
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