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cabbitzillaRecovering.
Visiting Megan's family has never been an enjoyable experience for me, but this weekend is by far the worst it's been. It was... a rather ugly weekend. We've been home almost six hours, and the bleakness is just now starting to lift. Her Mother is marginally sympathetic to me, but her Father... that's another matter entirely. He's an obsessive-compulsive control freak with a messianic complex. Astoundingly intelligent, and one of the most stupid people I've ever met. He's accused his youngest daughter of 'conspiring' to break up his marriage (he gives an irrational order, she argues, and Mom takes her side - this constitutes a conspiracy to him), blames me for three of his daughters walking away from the Catholic church (even though I meekly go to Mass with the family any time I'm up there, and have said -nothing- to two of the three on the topic of religion), blames me for goading one of his daughters into 'living in sin' (WtF? She's not living with -me-, how'm I responsible for this?!), blames me for 'stealing' his eldest daughter (Megan), blames me for said eldest daughter refusing to come home because I'm a 'freak' and a 'heretic' (her reason for refusing to go home can be summed up in two words: her father.), ad infinitum, ad nauseum...
He waited until I'd left the house yesterday morning on errands to attack Megan over all of this. I've been around for five years, and the man refuses to talk directly to me about anything that's not computer related; if he wants to ask me something, he tells his -wife- to ask me, putting the poor woman in the middle. I returned right after he'd stormed out to the family Cadilac; he screamed past me on the access road, doing what I'd conservatively estimate to be 60-70mph in a 15mph zone. And I got to deal with the carnage he'd left behind, and then had to be civil when he returned to keep him from taking it all out on Mom after we left for home.
I'm stuck on the sidelines, watching this man destroy his own family from the inside out, and being used as a scapegoat for it all. Mom, the sisters... they at least know the truth, or something akin to it. But the extended relatives (who wield an inordinate amount of power in the family) see what HE wants them to see, and refuse to admit that he could possibly be wrong; that makes the 'family dinners' -really- exciting, let me tell you. My gut reaction is to want to hide in the closet until he's gone, but that's not an option for me. He's in the process of chasing everyone close to him away.
I know I'm not responsible for him. But I keep wondering if he'd -change- at all if someone called him out and stomped on him for being such a butthead. Physically I'm equipped for that approach; there are meditational and pain management techniques that can be used to shut off the pain for perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes, but the load they place on me is ... extreme. The last time I forcefired myself, I was out of commission for three days. But the physical end isn't my worry, really. I... don't know if the new 'kinder, gentler, post-stroke' me can cope with that kind of 'reasoning method' on an emotional level. I... somehow don't think I could manage it. *sigh* Megan, her sisters, her Mom... all people I like (even if Megan does drive me batty)... and they're miserable with this mess going on. I want to help....
Enough angst. On to the good news.
NEW PIGGY! *dances wildly around the room*
He's a -darling- little ball of fluff, a roughly seven week old white abyssinian boy that we've named Gus. He's such a charmer; I saw him in the window and had to have him. As soon as I can find a camera, I'll put pigtures up of both him -and- Kweepie, so everyone can see my darling babies. :)
EDIT
Forgot some stuff. First, there's an article on the physics of the Matrix. And then there's interesting things over here at The Lord of the Peeps. And finally, a really cute snippet that came to me attached to an email from someone else:
An odd thing happened this morning.
As I was brushing my teeth and getting ready to head off to my uncle and aunt's house for for our family easter dinner I looked out of my window and saw a little grey bunny hopping across out front lawn. Now this is not in itself unusual, Winnipeg does indeed have a fair inner-city rabbit population and the little hoppers can be found in just about any neighborhood that has gardens and lawns.
What made this strange was that the bunny hopped along and for a moment it seemed to look up at the window I was in, then it faced away from my house, placed its head between it's paws and raised it's tail up in the air for about ten seconds before dashing off. If I didn't know any better I could have sworn that that bunny mooned me. Then it dawned on me what had happened...
I was visited by the Keester Bunny!
*giggle* Okie. That's it, again. :)
END EDIT
And now I think I might just go to bed. :p
*hugs and cuddles*
~Ellie-chan
Visiting Megan's family has never been an enjoyable experience for me, but this weekend is by far the worst it's been. It was... a rather ugly weekend. We've been home almost six hours, and the bleakness is just now starting to lift. Her Mother is marginally sympathetic to me, but her Father... that's another matter entirely. He's an obsessive-compulsive control freak with a messianic complex. Astoundingly intelligent, and one of the most stupid people I've ever met. He's accused his youngest daughter of 'conspiring' to break up his marriage (he gives an irrational order, she argues, and Mom takes her side - this constitutes a conspiracy to him), blames me for three of his daughters walking away from the Catholic church (even though I meekly go to Mass with the family any time I'm up there, and have said -nothing- to two of the three on the topic of religion), blames me for goading one of his daughters into 'living in sin' (WtF? She's not living with -me-, how'm I responsible for this?!), blames me for 'stealing' his eldest daughter (Megan), blames me for said eldest daughter refusing to come home because I'm a 'freak' and a 'heretic' (her reason for refusing to go home can be summed up in two words: her father.), ad infinitum, ad nauseum...
He waited until I'd left the house yesterday morning on errands to attack Megan over all of this. I've been around for five years, and the man refuses to talk directly to me about anything that's not computer related; if he wants to ask me something, he tells his -wife- to ask me, putting the poor woman in the middle. I returned right after he'd stormed out to the family Cadilac; he screamed past me on the access road, doing what I'd conservatively estimate to be 60-70mph in a 15mph zone. And I got to deal with the carnage he'd left behind, and then had to be civil when he returned to keep him from taking it all out on Mom after we left for home.
I'm stuck on the sidelines, watching this man destroy his own family from the inside out, and being used as a scapegoat for it all. Mom, the sisters... they at least know the truth, or something akin to it. But the extended relatives (who wield an inordinate amount of power in the family) see what HE wants them to see, and refuse to admit that he could possibly be wrong; that makes the 'family dinners' -really- exciting, let me tell you. My gut reaction is to want to hide in the closet until he's gone, but that's not an option for me. He's in the process of chasing everyone close to him away.
I know I'm not responsible for him. But I keep wondering if he'd -change- at all if someone called him out and stomped on him for being such a butthead. Physically I'm equipped for that approach; there are meditational and pain management techniques that can be used to shut off the pain for perhaps fifteen or twenty minutes, but the load they place on me is ... extreme. The last time I forcefired myself, I was out of commission for three days. But the physical end isn't my worry, really. I... don't know if the new 'kinder, gentler, post-stroke' me can cope with that kind of 'reasoning method' on an emotional level. I... somehow don't think I could manage it. *sigh* Megan, her sisters, her Mom... all people I like (even if Megan does drive me batty)... and they're miserable with this mess going on. I want to help....
Enough angst. On to the good news.
NEW PIGGY! *dances wildly around the room*
He's a -darling- little ball of fluff, a roughly seven week old white abyssinian boy that we've named Gus. He's such a charmer; I saw him in the window and had to have him. As soon as I can find a camera, I'll put pigtures up of both him -and- Kweepie, so everyone can see my darling babies. :)
EDIT
Forgot some stuff. First, there's an article on the physics of the Matrix. And then there's interesting things over here at The Lord of the Peeps. And finally, a really cute snippet that came to me attached to an email from someone else:
An odd thing happened this morning.
As I was brushing my teeth and getting ready to head off to my uncle and aunt's house for for our family easter dinner I looked out of my window and saw a little grey bunny hopping across out front lawn. Now this is not in itself unusual, Winnipeg does indeed have a fair inner-city rabbit population and the little hoppers can be found in just about any neighborhood that has gardens and lawns.
What made this strange was that the bunny hopped along and for a moment it seemed to look up at the window I was in, then it faced away from my house, placed its head between it's paws and raised it's tail up in the air for about ten seconds before dashing off. If I didn't know any better I could have sworn that that bunny mooned me. Then it dawned on me what had happened...
I was visited by the Keester Bunny!
*giggle* Okie. That's it, again. :)
END EDIT
And now I think I might just go to bed. :p
*hugs and cuddles*
~Ellie-chan
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Date: 2003-04-20 10:15 pm (UTC)I don't know you but Ryn-chan said to leave you a little message...
She said you liked the picture I drew... ^^;;
Anyway.. ^_^
i hope I'm not bothering you or anything, I just wanted to say hi...
*HUG*
Congrats on the new guinea pig, though!
Love,
~~Kt3 the Catching Up...Slowly~~