Moved in and Settled

The move went well, Aside from me having to do all the loading and unloading by myself. Logan did help a bit but someone with a bit more strength would have been better.

We're slowly getting to know our way around London. Walking downtown sucks, but we had to do that 3 times. Thankfully we don't need to go there until next month and by then we should have a nice stockpile of bus tickets.

We haven't talked to my mother in a couple of months and, sadly, it has nothing to do with the move.

Kingston was just too damned expensive to live in. We had to sell a lot of stuff just to try and keep our heads above water. I sold all my paintball gear, my PS3 and some other things. Carrie sold off her DVDs, her wedding ring (Can't sell mine, it's titanium) and some other jewellery. It still wasn't enough. All we had left was Logan's PS3. We sold it after we sent out furniture back to the rent to own place.

Logan was understandably sad about losing his game but he understood why. At the same time he was having other problems he was at school(fights, emotional outbursts, saying he was going to hurt/kill himself). He was a mess.

We'd been looking into helping him before we had to sell our stuff. When he kicked another boy in the balls we knew something wasn't right, so we made an appointment with Pathways. They deal with children's mental health issues. Between them and a psychiatrist at the hospital it was determined Logan has ADD.

Now, when we explained this on Facebook, my "wonderful" mother went on and told us we we horrible parents, it was all our fault and since we obviously couldn't provide for Logan we should give him up for adoption. We should sign him over to the older sister because she and her husband have a much more stable life.

Yes, really.

Not one word of support. Just condemnation.

When I called her, I was angry. Seems like a normal reaction to me. Her response was that I was the reason Logan was suicidal and I wouldn't be this upset if it wasn't true.

Am I the only one that sees the failure of that logic? Then she hangs up because she's "too upset to talk".

So I sent off an email pointing out how we, as Logan's parents have done everything right. That this wasn't just my opinion, but the opinions of family doctors, psychiatrists, psychologists, Children's aid, Scout Leaders, teachers and others.

I asked her to explain why she thinks she's a good parent when she's made far worse choices than us selling a game system. Keeping us kids in a house with a drug abusing alcoholic was the least of her mistakes. I'd bring up the big one but that's for my youngest sister to bring up.

I told her that if she's a "good" parent then I'm glad I'm so bad. Told her to take me out of the will and that we want nothing to do with her. Ever.

Now....

I'm still fine with not talking to her. At this point, if she were to drop dead I wouldn't bother going to the funeral.

Carrie and Logan on the other hand seem to be missing her a bit.

Which is the better way to suffer: Have mom in our lives to continue her passive/aggressive bullshit or let my wife and son have a hole in their lives?

What I'd like is for her to realize what a bitch she's been, that she has no right to judge me as a parent. I want her to apologize first.

Growing up I was always made to say I was sorry, even for things I didn't do, simply because I was the oldest. I just cannot apologize for this.

I doubt she'll read this and even if she does it's even less likely she'll say she's sorry. She has my emails, she can leave a comment here. But I doubt it.

Almost a year? Seriously?

I guess that just goes to show how exciting my life has been.... Things since January have gone ape shit though. I quit my job at the bowling alley. It was a quit or kill situation. While killing Richard would have been a fun and enjoyable choice, I have a kid and wife to think about. It worked out for the best anyway. Does anyone really want to work in a building that has asbestos in it? I figure after a year and a half at Cloverleaf Lanes here in Kingston, I put myself at enough risk for cancer. Next on the fun list is our rent is going up. It's just too much now so we're moving. Buh-bye to Kingston!! Our new place is going to be about $140.00 cheaper, has 2 bedrooms, 2 full bathrooms and a dishwasher! Down side is that I have to do the move by myself... Most recently though is the mother in law.... Her husband was abusing her and she finally decided to leave him when he threatened to kill her and himself if she came here for Mother's day. He spent the weekend in the psych ward and we moved her and some of her stuff out while he was on lockdown. Sounds simple right? WRONG!!!! It looks like the majority of his family is just as nuts as he is. His sister owns the building they lived in and she saw us moving her. She went right off the deep end. Started screaming that we were screwing her over for rent. To hell with the fact that mom felt her life was in danger. I tried to calm her down but she just kept freaking out. She said she called her son, and that wasn't a good thing. So I called the cops. Her son, his girlfriend(not sure it was a real woman) and his buddy showed up. Immediately got in my face and started screaming. Telling me about how they all know everyone in the police force, saying they were going to tell the cops I threatened them all with a knife..... Talk a bout a cluster fuck. Now mom is here with us until we can get her into a women's shelter. She's feeling better but is looking forward to getting out on her own. Now I think I need something to eat....