Parental Discretion
Jul. 8th, 2005 09:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thessalian*sigh* You gotta love my Mum.
Not being all that sarcastic, really. For one thing, she (unlike David) didn't press me for my land-line number after yesterday's fiasco. Just said, "Glad you're okay and that you got in contact, I let your father and great-uncles etc know we were all okay, talk to you soon". Hooray for the new perspective thing from Mum.
However, e-mail from her this morning was amusing, once you got past the whole "stepmother in palliative care, Dad really low" part. Frankly, I'm not in the best of moods either, between being in pain from the inflammation (although that does seem a bit better), ill from the anti-inflammatories (bleeeeeeegh) and people blowing up London yesterday, so I'm not sure I'm keen to get in contact with a man who ignores me until he needs me, dismisses my dreams and ambitions utterly and has the socio-political acumen of a Backstreet Boys CD, just because he's blood-related to me and it's the 'nice thing to do'. Though, gods help me, I'm probably going to do it anyway. Just not right now. Random people tried to kill my city for no good reason, and there are people who actually give a shit about me even when it's inconvenient who need my support right here, right now. And there's only so much me, y'know?
In any case, she signed off with "Off to do the marriage thing. I'll be in touch when we get back."
My response was: "Blessings to you and David on your wedding day. 'The marriage thing'; heh. Way to be blasé about it, Mum. :)" Seriously; they've only been working towards getting married for, what, twelve years? Sheesh.
Not being all that sarcastic, really. For one thing, she (unlike David) didn't press me for my land-line number after yesterday's fiasco. Just said, "Glad you're okay and that you got in contact, I let your father and great-uncles etc know we were all okay, talk to you soon". Hooray for the new perspective thing from Mum.
However, e-mail from her this morning was amusing, once you got past the whole "stepmother in palliative care, Dad really low" part. Frankly, I'm not in the best of moods either, between being in pain from the inflammation (although that does seem a bit better), ill from the anti-inflammatories (bleeeeeeegh) and people blowing up London yesterday, so I'm not sure I'm keen to get in contact with a man who ignores me until he needs me, dismisses my dreams and ambitions utterly and has the socio-political acumen of a Backstreet Boys CD, just because he's blood-related to me and it's the 'nice thing to do'. Though, gods help me, I'm probably going to do it anyway. Just not right now. Random people tried to kill my city for no good reason, and there are people who actually give a shit about me even when it's inconvenient who need my support right here, right now. And there's only so much me, y'know?
In any case, she signed off with "Off to do the marriage thing. I'll be in touch when we get back."
My response was: "Blessings to you and David on your wedding day. 'The marriage thing'; heh. Way to be blasé about it, Mum. :)" Seriously; they've only been working towards getting married for, what, twelve years? Sheesh.
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Date: 2005-07-08 03:18 pm (UTC)That's because you're a much kinder person than I am.