My Dad's new wife seems to be having another one of her menopausal fits again. She seems to have them almost once a month like PMS. It starts off with stage 1: She acts like I'm not in the room. This is something that I actually enjoy because its no secret that I'm not a fan of hers and usually when she's in a good mood and talkative I have to waste time thinking up benign subjects to prattle on about with her for whenever we cross paths in the house. This is energy consuming cause while shes waxing poetic about her family and a slew of other things I don't care to know about I have to strain my self to keep an expression on my face that says both "I'm listening intently" and " I care about your life". It's draining.
Then we reach stage 2: This one bothers me slightly. She watches me like a hawk might watch a worm before it sweeps down to gobble it. She watches so she can find something to complain about. Then she'll either whisper her complaint to my father (if we are all in the same room), or she'll text him at work to register her grievances. This is childish. plain and simple.
We are now in stage 3: Mind you I usually just muddle through all these stages but oven blocking me is just mean. She knows i wait till her and dad cook before i do my cooking and eating cause I don't want to be in any ones way or have them in mine. but during this stage she purposely finds ways to be in the kitchen when I need it. Grrr!!!
Im done ranting.
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