I know it’s a lame title for the post. But, I watched the original 1980
Gloria over the weekend. (With Oscar nominee Gena Rowlands not the inferior 1999 remake with Sharon Stone.) That was the little boy’s mantra, "I’m the man."
The reason why I am sticking by my guns and being the man is due to the fact I am officially too old and too tired of putting up with Netty & Jacks bullshit. Until they change their evil self-destructive ways, I will not be going over there so even speaking to them on the phone.
It all went down Sunday evening, when we went to Sean’s for dinner. Jack, Sean, Christine (Sean;’s wife) & Bill (Sean’s father-in-law) were having a few beers and watching the baseball game in the kitchen. Since there was cooking going on, the kitchen got extremely humid, so when Jack got up to leave, he got up too quickly and after few seconds, he passed out and landed on the floor on his back whacking his head on the dishwasher. First, he should’ve known better to not get up so fast, since this is now the third time it has happened. I should point out that the first two times he was not drinking at all.
Everyone was very upset and concern except of course for Netty. She decided that the faint spell was due to excessive drink. Sorry, three cans of beer for an Irishman is not excessive. Still she proceeded to rant and rave about it and acted like she didn’t care. Well no one said anything to her, except naturally for me who told her to knock it off. She only was making a stressful situation worse. Trust me I was not the only one pissed at her, I was just the only one with balls to tell her to cut the crap.
Proving my argument, later that evening, first Christine & then Sean called to see if Jack was alright. They did not call, however, call Netty & Jack’s house phone. They both called MY cell phone. I don’t know if they are speaking to her again but I really don’t care. I’m sticking by my guns and not talking to her until she changes her ways. I know I may never speak to her again. Unfortunately right now her usual "half-assed I’m sorry"is not going to cut this time. Because she’ll give another week or so and cycle will just repeat itself.
Enough about Netty and let’s now focus on why I’m pissed at Jack. Yup, you’ve been reading right! I am also pissed at Jack. First of all, he promised me a while ago he was going to quit smoking and hasn’t. He already has emphysema, as well as had open heart surgery. Yet, every weekend when comes to get me in Haverhill, I can smell the cigarettes from 10 paces. Now, I’ve been a good guy and would give him $10 for gas every week for picking me. Well, if I don’t go over there, he won’t get the extra $10 for the cigarettes.
In fact, when he drove me home on Monday and he went in to pay for the gas, I rummaged through the car and stole a near full pack of his cigarettes from his hiding spot.
Also backtracking to his fall, Jack landed on his back, I told him he better go see a doctor, because another fall like that and his already bad back is really going to get a hell of a lot worse.
Naturally, Jack didn’t want to listen and tried shutting me up by comparing me to Netty. See, when Netty & Jack really want to really shut me up they like to compare me to the other spouse as if that’s the ultimate insult. But, it actuality it really isn’t an insult because, "No shit I act like both of ya. I’m your biological son. So obviously I’m going to pick up a few bad traits."
This last point is the reason why I’m thankful that I don’t have children of my own. I figured as the next generations go, the next is always a little worse then the previous. So if I’m this big of a jerk to my parents, I can just imagine how my kids would have treated me.
We all know, I have my own health problems to worry about. I know if I stop taking my meds or care of myself, I’d be dead within the next year or two. Now that would really be the ultimate "Fuck you" to them and there would be no chance of reconciliations. Then their final years would really be rot with real misery. But, since I don’t have suicidal tendencies, that really won’t be an option.
So after Jack dropped me off on Monday, I called the house phone and left a disapproving message directed at both of them. They are not to call or speak to me until this crap ends. I have enough stress in my life I don’t need to be focusing on theirs.
Naturally, only Jack has called me back, however he did not say what I wanted to hear. I want a message from him saying he will quit smoking and that he called the doctor. I will also want the date and the time of the appointment and the doctor’s name. I just can’t go on his word alone anymore.
As for Netty, I’m not hold my breath waiting for that call. As for anyone who reads this don't even bother contacting me to try to get me to change my mind. It's not going to happen.
I always wished that when times got tough or if someone really pissed me off, I
