I HATE Al’s Ex.
It is a terrible thing to hate somebody and I know my momma would be saying to me,
“Now, now, don’t say hate, just say you dislike her. Hate is ugly and women don’t want to be perceived as ugly ever. You dislike her strongly for her actions. Actually you just dislike her actions, not her as a person, just her actions.”
(I have known my mother for so long now that I can have entire conversations with her in my head without her ever having to be involved. )
But, NOPE. I hate that bitch. Sorry Mom.
The first time Al and I talked after 30 years apart and he was telling me he had been married, he said,
“She is not a good person.”
I probably giggled because I remember thinking how can you write someone off as a bad person that you were married to for 20 years? Surely there was some part of her that was good.
Nope. He was right.
She offends me. I am offended by her. I have never met her or talked to her yet she offends me often. Why?
Because she is a bad mother.
He told me a story that happened yesterday and I yelled at him (via phone) for 30 minutes. I wasn’t yelling at him about him, I was yelling at him about how awful she is. In my opinion she is negligent at times and if the only child left at home wasn’t 16 years old, I would have called CPS on her ass already.
Why have kids if you are so selfish you can’t be bothered to take care of them?
I was even screaming that she never should have had kids. Upon reflection, he got very quiet at that point and I guess it is because he was wondering if my judgement regarding her procreation extended to his procreation.
It does not. But I wish he would have procreated with someone other than that woman.
2/3 of his children are now adults.
I have heard the 2/3 of them that I’ve met talk terribly about her. They don’t spare any words regarding their feelings about her. I feel sorry for them because I can see how conflicted they are about her. They love her because she is their mom but her behavior. OMG, her behavior… She will act insanely, terribly, and then the next day take them to their favorite restaurant, a special trip. This means that they never know what to expect from her. Who will be home later, crazy mom or nice mom?
Will it be Sybil?
Al lived with it for so long that he doesn’t realize how odd it is. Neither do his kids. Then he tells me of an incident in progress that the kids have alerted him to and I go ballistic. She needs locking up. But what can we do? His daughter is 16 and social and has limited transportation when with her dad and so wants to live with her mom. She knows it comes with a price.
Still, a little Electroshock Therapy would go a long way.
I know, I know, I was supposed to be letting him deal with her, and I will, I’m not involved, but I still reserve the right to be appalled and trash talk her anonymously on the internet.