A story about my mother

[fbhjr]

Back in 1990 I was laid off from the company where I worked as it went into
a death spiral.
I was out of work for 5 months. In that time I had to take my car off of
the road as I couldn’t keep it insured, move in with my (now) wife as I
couldn’t afford my own place and generally cut everything out of my life
that wasn’t part of find a new job.

After I had been out of work about 3 months, my mother told me she thought
I needed a new suit to go to interviews. The one I had was quite old and
not in great shape.
I told her I couldn’t afford that. She offered to buy it for me.

I had not yet finished paying her and my father back for college, which was
something she reminded me about weekly. So, I thought the offer out of
character. But, I couldn’t deny I needed a new suit, so agreed.

My (now) wife and I met my mother at a department store that had a wide
range of suits.
As the sales person waited on us, every time there was an option for the
suit, I suggested the less expensive one, but my mother insisted on the
more expensive version because “she was paying for it and wanted it to be
the best”. New suit, new pants, new shoes were all bought by her “to help
her son get a new job.”

As we walked out of the store with my new outfit, she turned to me and said
“I’ll add this total to the money you own me for college.” (I’m fairly sure
flame shot out of my wife’s eyes at this point.)
“What?” I asked. “You said you were paying for it and insisted on the
expensive stuff.”
“Well, I put it on my credit card,” she said. “But, I never intended to
give it to you as a gift.”
“You said you’d buy it for me!”
“And, I did. You just have to pay me back. Something you clearly don’t
care about doing with your other bills, but I’ll float you this until you
get back on your feet.”

A few years later I disowned her and my father. But, that’s another story.

Comments

[brickhousewench.livejournal.com]

Wow.

Words fail....

[palusbuteo.livejournal.com]

yup

[frozendoll.livejournal.com]

We do have the same fucking mother! Seriously. When I was looking for cars, I was looking at all of these used cars that were maybe 5-8k, something I would've feasibly been able to pay off. She kept coming back at me with all of these almost new to new cars, saying that she wanted me to have something to be safe in for lots of years, something that would last, etc. Don't worry, I paid off the house, I don't need the money and you need a car to get to work. Then she would mention oh, and you do so much for her around the house (or go shopping for her) and you take your little brother all over, so you deserve it. Of course, once bought, the next words were 'well let's talk about a payment plan'. Horrible. What the fuck is wrong with these women?

[fbhjr.livejournal.com]

I did specifically write this today after reading your story and knowing so well the feelings you were describing.

[cissa.livejournal.com]

My mother required me to take out student loans and give her all the money. J and I were really broke but still had to pay those off.

And according to my mother, that did not even BEGIN to cover what I "owed" her. According to her, I "owed" her all the money forevermore. I disowned her (not because of that, but because she also refused to be basically civil to me).

But- ye godz. WTF do these people THINK???

[evrgreen.livejournal.com]

Incroyable!

[labelleizzy.livejournal.com]

Good wife to have. If she can shoot flames out her eyes, you should totally keep her.

(no seriously though, what is it with parents like that?)

[fbhjr.livejournal.com]

Her fire skills are way beyond mine and I do my best to keep her.

On a different note, that's a great hat in the icon!