Emergency Cupcakes

She tried the boo boo cry cry everyone hates me. Well, that doesn’t work on me. She is not the victim here. She can either stop lying or leave and live with her other son. (Which she doesn’t want to do because he’s a giant douche. I wouldn’t live with him either.) We are literally her only option. She told me she thinks about killing herself everyday. I said put your shoes on then and I’m taking you to the hospital to be admitted. Oh no no, she wouldn’t do it. I said then quit threatening to try to get sympathy. (I know she wouldn’t do it. She will do anything to play the victim but wouldn’t actually do something that would take her out of the center of the universe.)

Her husband tried to come after me but I was pretty fired up and I stuck a finger in his face and told him to sit his old ass down and that seemed to do the trick. (Fun fact: I think I’d be absolutely no good in an actual fight, but I’ve never had to be in one because my crazy bitch screaming game is unparalleled.)

Now my husband and my son are at the movies and I’m here watching Midnight, Texas and waiting to see what she chooses to do next.

My argument all through this marriage has been that his mother behaves this way because everyone lets her. Says oh she’ll never change so why try? Well, I’m over it. She pits her kids against each other (which is how this started) so they don’t get along so she can believe she is their favorite. She lies constantly, to the point I don’t think she even recognizes it. She tried to tell me she doesn’t badmouth me but I literally quoted texts I’ve seen her send doing just that and she didn’t know what to say. I’m done playing her dumb ass games.

The in-laws are back. They were gone from September until last week. It was nice to have them gone. It’s not nice to have them back.

I wasn’t ready to be cold. But at least we don’t have any snow. Yet.

My son was diagnosed with hyperthyroidism. He has to go at the end of the month for a radioactive iodine scan so they can see what’s really going on. At least, he thinks it’s at the end of this month. Might be December. This is what happens when your kid is 19 and is charge of his own health stuff. Things get lost in translation. 

I went back to Chicago for my high school reunion and stayed in a hotel and slept 10+ hours a night. It was amazing.

Last Monday, my daughter had an MRI (since she hasn’t had one since 2014) and her meningioma is unchanged in size. That’s great news and means she won’t need to have it removed in the near future. But she’s having headaches and visual disturbances - think floaters but actually splotches of color instead - so we’ll go see an ophthalamolgist in July and see if he can explain it. 

Spoiler alert: he won’t be able to. Because they never can. 

When she was first diagnosed in 2010, they said she shouldn’t be able to see because the mass sits on her occipital lobe. But she can. They said her symptoms would get worse when she hit puberty. She hasn’t had a seizure in 7 years. Except for the headaches - and a tremor in her right hand which they also can’t explain - she’s fine.