Lying Gets You Nowhere January 3, 2011

Remember “that thing” I didn’t want to tell you about until it really happened? Well [thankfully] it happened. My parents are getting a divorce, and yes, quite frankly, I’m happy. My mom has been lying to my dad about money, as well as other things, for quite sometime now. She has borrowed money from some of our closet friends behind his back, not payed major and minor bills, lied about those things, ignored her father, pretty much stolen money from her father and her mother-in-law (yea, Gram, the one who paid for everything and died in March), ignored my father, brother and me, and gone to bed at 6 PM every single night instead of talking things out. I’m actually surprised my dad is finally calling it quits after the crap hit the fan. He’s put up with it for too long, saying he didn’t want Christoper and me to live with divorced parents.

At this point, I realize that this truly is better. There is seriously wrong with my mother; she needs money management classes, perhaps rehab because of her addiction to Advil (claiming her migraines are bad), and anger management classes. I seriously believe she is depressed, because her guilty conscience is getting a hold of her, and bipolar. My dad wants to help her- he feels it’s necessary to comply to her wishes so that she won’t take Gram’s money, which, for the record, is QUITE a large sum. He is willing to let her stay in Gram’s house (that we kept because of the need for a “get together” spot for various organizations we are involved in) for 90 days, let her take what furniture she wants (granted it was not left specifically for Christopher, Daddy and me), give her half of what our house is worth (which I think is ridiculous if…), and help her find a house. I, for one, am for none of the above. Of course, I would have said to heck with her long ago after Daddy found her lying about money the FIRST time. He is entirely too good of a man.

I haven’t been, I guess you could say, really “good” with my mother since the summer of 2008 when Tyler and I were dating. I was almost 15 with a pretty good head on my shoulder. I knew (and still do) know what guys I like/don’t like and can date/can’t date. While I’ve had those “bad boyfriends” that ended badly, they were never “bad” boys or ones that my parents didn’t like. My mom didn’t like Tyler because, I guess, he isn’t financially rich. (I will say that Tyler is quite rich in good looks and charm.) She tried to force me to go out with this guy five years older than me simply because he had promising job outlooks (to bring in money might I add) and good looks. When I told her the reasons I didn’t want to date this guy, she was furious, saying I lied and didn’t know my “stories”. Some of my best, older friends from church and school, told me there were things about this boy I had said time and time again I didn’t want in a boy/future husband. She even got my grandmother in on it. I finally sat Gram down and told her how I felt, and she got off my back. My mom never got over it. I’ve had this crush on this guy who goes to church with me for like ever, but I never thought I’d ever really like him; I was honestly scared to like him because I was afraid my mom would try to glue us together like she did with the other guy. But my JBird has gotten a lot closer to me, and I’ve fallen for him quite hard. Unfortunately he’s a bit slow, but that’s another story.

So, she’s gone. After all the crap she put us through, she’s [almost] gone, and this girl couldn’t be happier.

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