3 hours from home and still haunted

I wrote a big long post about something, can’t even remember what. I saved it as a draft and WordPress ate it. Damn you WordPress.

I went to visit my father on this Easter long weekend (we get Good Friday as a holiday here). I was supposed to go on Friday but I didn’t get home from work until 5 a.m. and it is a wee bit of a drive, so we postponed to Saturday.

Rosebud is a pill and she drives me crazy and EVERYTHING takes longer with her on the trip. I won’t bore you with the details, but I was ready to throw her out of the car. I am frustrated, irritated, and an hour late. I have been on the road for 3.5 hours. Rosebud has to pee so we stop and a Tim Hortons.

My dad lives WAY north of the city, just outside of a big ski tourist location. When we go to visit him it is a 3.5 to 4 hour drive in each direction. We do it in a day trip. It shouldn’t take that long, it should be under 3 hours . . . but these kids.

Anyway, so we pull into the Tim Hortons and hustle into the bathroom. Rosebud is in there first taking her sweet time. The second stall is occupied. There are three people (including me) waiting. We wait and wait and I give Rosebud a hard time. Rosebud leaves the bathroom and goes out to the car to get feminine hygiene products. My niece goes in. She comes out and another person goes in. She comes out and I go in. Finally, the person in the stall next to me makes a fast exit from the bathroom, barely pausing long enough to run water over her hands. Rosebud has come back in and is now in the stall next to me. I wash my hands and go to join my niece in line.

I start to walk toward the counter and stop.

WHY THE FUCK IS NARCISSUS HERE??? She was in the stall, the one that made the fast exit. WHY can’t I get away from her? What the fuck is an employed bankrupt doing going away for the weekend. Pay your damn bills woman.

For the love of god, why is she everywhere I go? 3.5 hours of driving and I end up in the same shitter as her. Come on.


Our Town got a little bit brighter

The narcissistic bitch moved at the beginning of the month. Then spent over a week in the hospital going through a gaggle of tests and they can’t find anything wrong.

Consensus is that she was probably faking.

I had a really hard time with her hospitalization. A part of me felt that as a human being I should have some compassion for her suffering but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. I struggled with it quite a bit until I spoke to one friend and told her I couldn’t bring myself to feel any sympathy at all. She said “I’m not sorry, I’m just sorry she didn’t die!” and went on to remind me of everything this woman has put me through.

We all need friends like this. Thank you so much for making me feel like a human being again.

Jonquil and I have found a new home. I was careful to ensure that it was not in the same neighbourhood as Narcissus and the Unfortunate Sucker. They put their house up for sale and announced they were moving to Big City four days after we told people we were moving. Coincidence? Probably not. But no worries, it is a big Big City and even thought we are both in the same end of town they are still a 20 minute drive from us.

Them in an old, dilapidated circa 1960s/70s highrise in a sketchy neighbourhood (as lower rent, high density neighbourhoods usually are). Us in a lovely little farmhouse in the city, nestled into a quiet residential neighbourhood that is close to transit.


This makes me particularly happy after she told someone that I was always jealous of her because she owned a house and we rented. Completely untrue and ridiculously funny.

If I catch her in my ‘hood I will be filing a complaint with the police. i am not putting up with this crap anymore.

I haven’t found out what happened with her bankruptcy, I think it doesn’t get accepted until April. But the house closed and she has been busy spending money on clothes, dinners out and incredibly ugly 1980s style silk flowers that don’t actually look like flowers and probably came from the dollar store. She has terrible taste. She should blow through that wad of cash pretty darn quick.

Our new home is a lovely 4 bedroom, completely renovated house with a finished basement, stainless steel appliances and a GAS STOVE! The kitchen is beautiful! The yard is huge which is amazing for Big City and it is a 15 minute walk to the local, completely fenced off-leash dog park. It is like it was meant for us. Rosebud is moving with us and my oldest daughter, Magnolia, and her girlfriend are moving in with us too. I miss Magnolia. Rosebud is going away for a month and leaves three days before we move – she will be able to tell all her friends that she went away and her parents moved while she was gone . . . just like I have always threatened!

I am relieved to be moving. Did I tell you there have been two more parties that our entire family was excluded from – not just me? One of them was right next door and my daughter looked out the window and said “Why weren’t we invited”. Communication from Jonquil’s family has been slim until we had a talk with his mother last night that did not go well. I am fine with this, but I need space from them. A cushion. Who needs to watch this crap?

Did you know that movers are RIDICULOUSLY expensive? This is the problem when you reach middle age; not only are you middle-aged but so are all your friends and they all have bad backs, bad knees, or some other ailment and beer and pizza just isn’t a good enticement anymore when our old bodies take days and days to recover. So, movers it is. I may never move again.

Did I tell you about my stray cat? We brought him in out of the cold, his owners do not WANT him back, he was unneutered and full of tapeworm.

We had him dewormed, vaccinated, neutered – cost me a bundle. Now I am keeping him. He is the most darling thing with big, beautiful blue eyes. I am becoming a crazy cat lady.


For the benefit of Lilybelle

Yesterday I got to work and had two emails from my benefit provider. I have put nothing through recently. I logged into thier site to find two dental claims for Lilybelle. One for $471 worth of work she had done on Tuesday and another for a $400 estimate.

I clearly recall telling her, before the shit hit the fan, that she was covered only until her 20th birthday. 19 and under. She isn’t in school and is 20. That alone ends her benefits.

But, she called me a cunt, made my life hell, tried to destroy my marriage (again), tells lies about me, moved out of our house, moved in with her boyfriend, had a baby. What part of ANY of that would make her think she was still on our benefits?

She may still be on Jonquil’s, that remains to be seen. We had a blow out about it though. She is not a dependent and should not be on his benefits. She is in a common law relationship and she is on welfare (defrauding welfare to be exact). It isn’t like we can hide the fact that she is no longer living with us, her being on welfare makes it pretty easy to prove.

It isn’t worth the risk to keep her in our benefits. I am not prepare to commit fraud for that child.

She called her dad from the dentist when the claims didn’t go through.

She did not tell us that she was going to the dentist or attempt to confirm if she still had benefits before she had any work done. I felt bad that she was stuck paying $471 when she didn’t expect to, but on the other hand she shouldn’t have expected that she would be covered. Let her mother help her.

Am I nuts? Or just angry? Or does this kid have entitlement issues?


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It must be me, part 2

Following my nephew’s birthday party there was complete radio silence for three weeks until my mother-in-law called me and left a message. She sounded all sad and like she was trying not to cry as she told me that “someone” told her I didn’t feel like I was a part of the family and she wanted me to know that she has always thought of me as family.

Really . . . hmmmm

Because this past Saturday was that very nephew’s sister’s birthday. Again there was invitation for me, for Jonquil, or for my daughter’s (one of whom lives with me). The part was held at my mother-in-law’s house – RIGHT NEXT DOOR!

Marigold was there. Lilybelle and Pete were there. Rosebud was not invited.

I don’t really care if these people are mad at me, if I am excluded because Lilybelle was there, or if I am excluded because I said I didn’t want to attend these things and put people in an awkward position (which, again, I never had this conversation with my sister-in-law and it really wasn’t my mother-in-law’s place to have that conversation on my behalf, if that is what even happened). I really don’t care that I wasn’t invited.

But Jonquil and Rosebud? And Magnolia? Jonquil is this girl’s uncle by blood. Apparently Rosebud and Magnolia are this girl’s cousins. Why were all the other cousins there, but they weren’t even told about it?

When I was married to my first husband his family excluded Rosebud and I from everything. She would always ask me why we weren’t invited, why Magnolia got to go and she didn’t. When that marriage ended I swore to myself that I would never again stay in a relationship that condoned that kind of treatment to me or my children. I promised myself I would never again have to answer my daughter’s question “Why wasn’t I invited”.

So imagine seeing everyone filing in next door right through my window and having my daughter say “WTH? Why wasn’t I invited?”


The biggest sense of entitlement I have ever observed

The Unfortunate Sucker’s parents have already bailed Narcissus and the Unfortunate Sucker out to the tune of a $16,000 payment on the Unfortunate Sucker’s credit card. They have bailed them out one other time that we are aware of but don’t know for how much. They have only been married three years!

Narcissus and the Unfortunate Sucker are supposed to go on a trip for someone’s destination wedding in November 2015. Narcissus is the matron of honour. From what I understand, the Unfortunate Sucker’s parents had agreed to pay for this trip for Narcissus and the Unfortunate Sucker.

Narcissus and the Unfortunate Sucker are preparing to file a consumer proposal but don’t have the $865 required to file (and haven’t done their taxes in 3 years, so that is going to hold it up too). One creditor is threatening to sue and put a lien on the house. Narcissus, in desperation (or expectation) has reached out to the Unfortunate Sucker’s parents for assistance and the parents have come in like the cavalry and said that they were going to give them $3000 for the trip in November, so they will give them that now instead – to start the proposal and to catch up on some other bills.

I would be extremely grateful. A trip is not a necessity and I would be falling down kissing the ground that his parents walk on and thanking them for the assistance in a time of such great need.

Narcissus is mad because his parents already agreed to pay for the trip and now they won’t because they are giving them the money now instead. Narcissus said they already agreed to pay for the trip so they should do both.

I was actually shocked. Floored. I shouldn’t be surprised, but I was.


New Year, Same Old Narcissus

It was a very busy December as I baked enough cookies to kill a dozen diabetics.

Christmas day was spent in my JAMMIES! All.Day.Long. I was going to shower and get changed while the girls were visiting Jonquil’s family but decided I liked my pajamas better. Hip Hip Horray for pajamas! I did shower and put on a clean pair after I finished all the cooking.

I had three pescatorians, one was gluten-free, and one picky eater at my table so we had turkey and stuffing, plus dijon glazed salmon, a vegetarian stuffing, a gluten-free stuffing, roasted vegetables, roasted baby potatoes, mashed potatoes, pan-fried brussel sprouts and a salad that no one touched. I think that next year the people with menu limitations should do all the cooking ;)

I was anxious about Christmas because I would not be spending part of it with Jonquil but once he left everything was fine. It was nice to stay home for a change, even if he wasn’t there. We ate, drank and made merry.

I hope that you had a very merry Christmas and a Happy New Year and I hope that 2015 brings you more happiness than sadness, more good times than bad.

Well all that fun stuff is out of the way, now it is time for Stupid Narcissus Stories – Christmas 2014 Edition. Buckle your seat belts!

Narcissus has only been working part-time for quite a while. The official excuse is that she hurt her knee or back or whatever other body part she cares to complain about that day, however she posts on Facebook that she is looking for a full-time job and just doesn’t work at this place full-time because she couldn’t do so without wanting to kill herself. So, finances have been tight and going back to work full-time doesn’t seem to cross her mind.

She spent about $800 per kid for Christmas, plus another $800 on the grandbaby. The five-week old infant who can’t even hold his head up got a hockey jersey and a four-foot tower of MegaBlocks because she wanted to be the one to give him his first set of blocks.

No . . . for real.

How did she manage to spend so much money on crap? By not paying her bills of course and by PAWNING HER ENGAGEMENT RING and her husband’s wedding ring.

No . . . for real.

And then between Christmas and New Years she started to complain about the low point they have reached. Turns out they are $57,000 in unsecured consumer debt (not including mortgage or car payment, just credit cards). Their credit is shot so the bank won’t touch them and one of their creditors is threatening to sue. Narcissus and the Unfortunate Sucker want to file a consumer proposal on Monday but can’t because they don’t even have the $865 required to start the process. So Narcissus had to write to Unfortunate Sucker’s dad for help.

But when the house sells or the TIMESHARE sells, they are going to pay off the travel agent for the vacation they have booked (to be in someone’s destination wedding) because they DESERVE a vacation.

No . . . for real.


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