Ya, ya, ya

I felt I should call her having not spoken to her since hmmm... Monday and the fact that I was told second hand that she was vacating on Saturday. Well there she sits out at the lake feeling sorry for herself and, by her own admission looking at the cottage and seeing all of it's flaws instead of enjoying what she has. her words not mine. Then she starts talking about how much needs to be done and what other people are doing to their places. It's all about keeping up with the neighbours. Stupid bitch. The neighbours don't give a fuck what you're doing to your cottage and you shouldn't give a fuck about theirs. I'm not saying that there isn't stuff that needs doing out there but that it's certainly not falling down around her the way you'd think it was from listening to her.

As for her vacating, don't hold your breath loyal readers. She is now waxing and waning about when she will leave. Now it's as early as tomorrow and as late as a week and a bit from now. I was hoping to take my kids out there on Tuesday or Wednesday of next week to be with my cousin and her kids. I will NOT be doing that if she is there. Having said that it looks like I won't be there to visit with my cousin and her kids. She asked me if we were coming this weekend and I told her no. This was after I told her not to clean as we would do it the next time we are out there. This raised her ire and she retorted "oh you're planning on using the place after I leave." I told her that I wasn't sure and that at the very least we would be out there to close up. Of course she didn't like that. Then at the end of this call which was inching toward deteriorating to her being nasty she tells me that we will soon have the cottage back. I asked her to repeat that just to make sure that she had laid the bait as I thought she had, which she did and I chose not to bite. Boy was it hard not to though. The thing that is the saddest is the fact that we should all be out there enjoying the place together but can not because she makes it so miserable.

And she wonders why I can't be there with her there. Hell I have a hard enough time just talking to her over the phone, let alone living with her. All in all the more I tell her that I am doing better the more she slips back into treating me like the evil bitch that she is. She's back to that same old crap. The cottage sucks and is falling apart. The renters next door aren't doing it right. I'm not behaving properly. She's so lonely and bored. Boo Hoo evil bitch. You have no one to blame but yourself. And for fuck sakes quit phoning me (she just called with questions that she didn't want to bother me with until I was feeling better - more of her shit as I actually do feel better) and saying straight off how sorry you are to bother me. If you were sorry about bothering me you wouldn't bother me. I have such a hard time with that one. If she's called me it's how every fucking phone conversation with her starts. One of these days I going to say back "No you aren't but that's okay because the only thing that really bothers me is you saying that." That will go over well I'm sure. Ya right! It's really sad how she can't even remotely deal with the truth. In the meantime my truth is that as much as I'd like to punt her from my life she is my momzilla and I have to learn to deal with her somehow. I think it will be difficult but for the sake of my family and myself I have no other choice.