Your Relationship with your Parents

I lost a lot of respect for my mother over the years. She use to be a strong, independant woman who could be piss-n-vinegar-n-thunder when need be. However, since she's lived with her boyfriend, she's gotten meek and mostly lacking in spine. She became housebroken, for lack of a better word.

No one on either side of my family likes my mom's boyfriend. Before my grandfather died, it was the only subject that really bothered him any. Once or twice, he'd swear up and down that if Ed did anything (throw me out of the house, etc) he'd beat the life out of him. Which was both amusing and scary - imagine comedian Jonathan Winters cleaning a 1874 Sharps Buffalo Rifle.

My relationship with my father is weird and depending on circumstances. It always has been - as my father is quite literally Frasier Crane. (Not that my father is actor Kelsey Grammer but that he is 101% the character he's known for), while my Uncle Matthew is Niles

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Originally Posted by Sassafrass

Out of sympathizing purposes, could you tell us why you don't like him? Do you think your mother is happy with him? Is he very overbearing?

He tried to be the "muscle" for my mother on a couple of occasions. He threw me out of the house in... 2000(?) for being unable to find another job aside from fixing cars on the weekend (not that I wasn't trying, I just couldn't find a second job). We don't get along at all.

He went batshit when I didn't get my driver's license on my first test. I wouldn't call him abusive per se because he never laid a hand on me, not even when I tried to stand my ground with my Louisville Slugger. He's just a overbearing dick who thinks he knows everything. However, he learned one hell of an important lesson when he kicked me out of the house - and that was that my family fucking foams at the mouth when in a heated arguement. (He called to tell the grandmother I was staying with that "if (I) was any problem, he'd come down and take care of me" and her Irish temperment kicked in. It was one of the only times I've heard that woman swear and by far the worst). I had family near Buffallo volunteering to come down and shitbeat him.

One time, I purposely picked my ass and wiped it on his side of the bed. True story.

Originally Posted by Sassafrass

Has your mother been with a nice guy since the divorce?

See, heres a neat little story. My mom is actually a twin. She was the straight-laced, schoolgirl while her sister was the wildchild who was out all the time. My mother always liked assholes or shallow guys or the like - her sister dated really nice "family" type guys. In fact, my sister's husband got me the job that I have now - he's a really, really great guy and he really, really hates my mom's BF.

There's nowhere I can't reach.

Originally Posted by eks

I'm stating the obvious, but verbal/mental abuse is still abuse.

I don't play cards like that. If I'm going to cry about emotional duress because my mom is dating some asshole, I might as well sue Spain for a billion dollars because they raped my Irish ancestors.

This thing is sticky, and I don't like it. I don't appreciate it.

Originally Posted by Sassafrass

Sabotage the relationship, if you get my gist.

Fuck that. I'd just burn the house down. (But now I can't because of the kitty)

Originally Posted by Sassafrass

But if she's happy, fuck. Thats a hard pill to swallow, man. I can't imagine a woman being too happy in those kinds of circumstances - but if ever she wants out, and she feels kind of helpless, you have options to help her.

I told her many years ago that if she married him, I'd disown her outright and never talk to her again. She's never mentioned the idea to me for probably a decade now.

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Originally Posted by Sassafrass

PLEASE do not burn the kitty.

I think I'd have a breakdown if she ran away or died on me.

Originally Posted by Sassafrass

Man, welcome to MY world. I am glad I'm not the only asshole out there who throws ultimatums at my parents.

Don't get me wrong - I act like a foaming madman when certain things happen. I became a raging asshole when the guy put my shoes outside the other week - and I called my mom out on it by leaving the most obscene voicemail at her office. "You fucking jamrag. You're stupid cock-nosed bitch of boytoy fucking left my fucking shoes outside the fucking motherfucking door!" or something to that effect for about 3 minutes. I know for certain I said "fuck" more times than usual and definitely called her jamrag.

I was speaking idiomatically.