Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Busted! Her kids put the con in Acon.

Here is a telling post on the Daily Strength. It really shows what bastards we all can be.

I have an ED. this is her second time. She is angry at me because I asked her sister to move out after four times of moving in and out, not paying ,helping, cooking or even taking her dog out, Then she became very abusive to me. She wouldn't answer me. Would put on earplugs if I asked her to move anything she left in the way. Threw my meals in the trash. My oldest ED would not let either her Dad or me explain what happened here. We have no more patience.
Now neither of them are talking to me after eight months. Was not invited to ones' wedding and the others' graduation from college. They are 36, 37. I called, emailed, begged, pleaded, got angry, cried for days and finally two weeks ago quit. Enough!!!. I wrote both of them that they have made it very clear to me that they don't want me in their lives. I will respect their wishes until the day comes that they can come back with respect for me and make no demands. (Their demand is that I have to go to counseling or they will not talk to me.) So seven months of silence. I will not be bullied. I told them they could be part of my future or they would be part of my past.


All they want is for her to go to counseling. They don't want money. They are not looking for a hand out or a place to stay. They don't want to borrow the car, and they don't need help with their bills.
All they want is for her to get some counseling.
She is happy to talk about the blubber fest she throws trying to manipulate her kids, but in no way will she get thee to a counselor.
Sounds like my mother. She'll flip c-notes in your direction all day long, but goddamn you to hell if you ask her to get her scrawny bony ass off the couch.


20 comments:

Anonymous said...

hahahaha, I remember telling her she should go get therapy with a counselor. And she said, "I don't need a therapist to tell me anything, I can talk myself through anything".

Sis

q1605 said...

Because I'm Good Enough, I'm Smart Enough, and Doggone It, People Like Me

kam said...

HA! Deep Thoughts are something you will find in short supply over at DS.

Tundra Woman said...

Another one with multiple "EDs"-wow, what an accomplishment. Any one of the ACs still in contact that aren't in prison demanding money, lube or the Innocence Project?
Frankly, when I first read that I messed up with the "ED" and thought, "HUH? How does that happen to a FEMALE? I can't imagine with all the open minds there they'd exactly welcome a transgender-work-in-progress...oh, I see."
Well, I think this NP should make one last effort and send them a letter and tell those ingrate, bratty "EDs" they are NOT getting an invite to HER funeral-so THERE.
Somewhere on this planet are two 30-something sibling ACs with Richie Haven's "Freedom" on repeat. Does my heart good to know two more made it over the wire!
TW

upsi said...

omg this is fucking priceless dude. my mom sent my dad to counseling years ago, hauled our whole family to counseling when brother was "on drugs" and I've done my share of time on the couch, but she only went to see a therapist to deal with how angry I was making her when I stopped playing my part. She told us she was diagnosed mentally healthy. It's really amazing how transparent it is when you look at it. oh this gave me a good laugh, we are such bastards.

q1605 said...

Don't you love it?
"I will do anything, ANYTHING! to have my precious child back in the bosom of her mother. I would walk bare foot through miles of broken glass. Give my last penny. Do absolutely anything to stop this pain and plug the hole in my heart."
"No need for all that MOM"
Just get some counseling"
"What"?!
"Eff you ya little ingrate's"

Charity said...

Counseling. Almost as scary as wire coat hangers to an NM.

q1605 said...

I'm not that big on counseling my damn self. I've seen one or two. It was short and court ordered.
But most of them heard my story and said good luck with that.

Calibans Sister said...

When I was 16, my parents made me go to a therapist for "my" problem. We couldn't get along because I was filtering all their denial about their disintegrating marriage, I was carrying their projections as the one in "the family" with "the problems." The problem was our house was full of hostility and no one gave a rats ass about the children's feelings. I was looking after my kid sister, my other sister was checked out, and I was walking on eggshells around both my parents. They made me go see this woman, who I only went to three times, given that I figured out she'd report whatever I said to my parents. What a joke.

q1605 said...

CS. You need to check out "People of the Lie" by Scott Peck.
He uses the term "identified patient".

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Identified_patient

At least go to Wiki.

Anonymous said...

I loved my counselor, one of the first things he told me was, "you're not the one who is crazy, your mother is, she should be in here and not you".

Sis

q1605 said...

How long was it before he knew your full story?

Anonymous said...

I started telling him the first session about the big events. And then more about how I felt about everything from session to session. Processing feelings.

Sis

q1605 said...

Was he able to suppress the desire to say Holy Fucking Shit?

Anonymous said...

LOL, he did have a stunned look. Other people were in there because of things like... an elevator repair guy who had panic attacks on elevators. Weird stuff.

Sis

q1605 said...

I had some chick go ballistic once.
Just how do you KNOW your father committed suicide!
I think she was implying he had a single car accident or something and I was milking it.
I said well, he walked out in the yard and shot himself in the chest.
Oh!

upsi said...

I would have paid good money to see the look on her face after you told her about the yard. Bam.

Tundra Woman said...

"Yep. And the results provided significant contributions to the (at that time) nascent science of blood spatter patterns. Wanna see? After the forensic unit finished their study they retuned the clothing to the family. The Barbarian threw the bag in the trash when she remarried a few days-or was it weeks? later but I snuck it out so I'd have something to remember it by besides my nightmares.
C'mon back to my place for a li' "Show and Tell." What do you mean, "NO!" I thought you were interested in expanding your knowledge in an area in which you are manifestly ignorant."
TW

Charity said...

Q, about what you said a few comments back: "I'm not that big on counseling my damn self. I've seen one or two. It was short and court ordered.
But most of them heard my story and said good luck with that."

I've had similar, and worse, reactions from therapists. They either don't want to believe that my story is true, or they can't or don't want to deal with it, so they gave me a version of Good luck with that.

To me, it was worth it to finally find a counselor who believed me, and stuck with me. Like your Sis's counselor did for her. What he said to me was almost word for word the same: "You're not the crazy one, your mother is."

q1605 said...

I've buried most that shit so far under I am afraid to dig it out and really try to work with it.
I'm 54.
My mother wins again.
No one survives her unscathed.
I didn't have kids so this line of sickness stops with me.