Today Christmas called my phone to see if she could come over today (even though I've told her twice recently to call one to two business days before she wants to come over so I can prepare).  But today when she called I was sleeping.  My hubby is super sick, like gross sick.  Reminds me of how bad we felt with covid (yet we don't have covid).  I am getting over being sick, though I was never as bad as him.  He's awful.  He was even off of work for almost the entire week because of it.  He's back today, but really shouldn't be.  

I didn't answer the phone.  She left a message about asking to come over and said she was going shopping and would call me back afterwards.  I called her back and left the message that we're all sick and she can't come over and to call me back if she wanted to.  Instead, she called my mother back, but my mother didn't answer.  I honestly wonder if she was calling to ask my mom if I was lying (though you could hear on the phone how sick we are--unless she thought I was faking).  She didn't call me back and tomorrow is my youngest son's birthday, so she's not coming over this weekend.  If she has an ounce of brains she wouldn't ask again for a week, knowing I said we're really sick.  But she's an idiot so how much you want to bet she will ask again tomorrow?  

Anyways, mother has been acting up all week because it's someone's birthday.  Remember when I posted about how she wanted to show me something she wanted to buy my son (with the added "Well, I want to get something, too, from there")?  She never asked me again about it.  Then she asked my husband to take her to the gas station to get her scratch tickets for him on Wednesday after her food doctor appointment.  He said no, as this is something I knew she'd do and warned him against.  She doesn't want to just buy him tickets, she wants to buy herself tickets, too.  Like always.  Buying other people items means buying herself items.  I would love to be able to let her go shopping, but she's literally insane with money.

Although, this Christmas (the holiday, not her BFF), I will buy her all new shirts.  I will clean out her closet, get rid of her ratty old crap and fill it with new cute things.  Now, I know she loves to shop.  But she shops like she's a millionaire with no budget.  If I bring her to Walgreens, the resale shop, or Family Dollar or even the gas station, she will spend at least $100.  Back when I first took over her money, she said "I need spending money each month!"  I said "Okay, but your cigarettes are included in that.  I will give you $50 extra."  She said "OH MY GOD!  I NEED AT LEAST $200!!"  And I laughed and laughed and laughed and she literally could not fathom why I thought that was insane.  She had to pay rent, half of the utilities, her car payment, her phone payment, her car insurance payment, her life insurance, and other payments to pay each month.  Also, I had an account set up that we both contributed to so we could pay for house repairs (that I forced on her, she didn't want to do it).  She doesn't make that much money so the idea she could just run around spending $200 on random bullshit every single month (she's a hoarder) was just nuts.  She doesn't even have hobbies, so what was she spending that money on before?  Oh I know!  She wasn't paying her fucking bills!  She lost her life insurance AND her car insurance due to this spending habit, and then her car was totaled.  Do you think she just gave up?  HA!  She ran out and bought a new car without telling me.  Which the bank has back at this time.  She couldn't even pay her car insurance, but then went and got a new car loan??  What the hell was wrong with her?

What is it with these narcissistic old people and making poor decisions?  Oh wait, they've always made poor decisions!  So, how is it that they live so damn long??  If I had made the kind of terrible decisions that my parents did/do all their lives?  I'd have gotten myself maimed or fallen off a cliff a long time ago.  I mean, I live so carefully so stupid things don't happen to me.  And yet here is the fourth stooge doing all sorts of crazy shit (not today, but before) like drunk driving, dementia driving, standing on one leg on a wobbly old chair, using rickety old stairs when she has poor balance, etc. and she's barely ever even hurt herself.  Okay, so never mind the physical repercussions, what about legal ones?  My mother STOLE money from the government and all she got was a slap on the wrist.  Sigh.  

Well, I used to know a terrible narcissist who was evading police because he had a warrant out on him for whatever it was he caught doing at the time (and he had done so many terrible and illegal things), so I called up his parole officer and told them where to find him and he got arrested.  So, while he was only one narcissist getting what he deserved, at least I got to be the one who turned him in.  Which was pretty sweet seeing his mugshot the very next day appear online.  My family and I laughed and laughed and laughed.  And I still laugh about it to this day. 

Christmas, my mother's BFF, on the other hand, certainly has dementia and should NOT be driving.  When I mentioned this to her she got angry and told my mother I told her not to come over anymore.  Which I did not say.  I politely told her to be evaluated by a doctor before driving again (she had had a dizzy spell while in the car recently).  And she's still driving and never told her doctor about any of it.  Sigh.  

I just can't with these people.  I literally can't.  I just want to move away, put my mother in assisted living and be done with her and her BFF and any of her other friends that sometimes stop by.  I want peace.  But I know, to just tough it out and make the best of what's to come as best I can.  It's irritating and annoying and stupid.  But one day it will be better.  Until then, I will just bitch about her on this blog and be grateful for everything else I have right now, besides Ye Olde Seahag, better known across the demon dimensions as YOS.  I think she may be their queen.  

I just want Christmas to stop bothering with my mom.  She needs a new BFF and she needs to go away.  I am finding that I honestly hate this woman so very much due to the fact that I've realized just how much shit she instigates between me and my mom.  I used to think she was my friend.  That she had my back and was on my side or at least understood.  When the truth is, she understands nothing.