The week from hell continues.

[bladespark]

So as dedicated readers may recall, this week began innocuously enough, but Tuesday was painful dental horror, Wednesday my computer died and took all my bookmarks and other such useful things with it, Thursday we had cat-poo-mageddon and decided that was the last straw, newkitty is not going to work out here.

That was the point at which I left you last, dear reader, and I was looking forward to my birthday and a hopefully not-horrible rest of the week.

The birthday itself went fine. Dinner out with no goober was great. I drank a lot of cider and ate an entire charcuterie plate by myself. However, my mother decided to be my mother, and called to wish me a happy birthday obsess about her plans to perform Perfect Family Togetherness. Result: I have been invited by my mother to my sister's wedding, which is apparently on the date of my own fucking 10th wedding anniversary. With a just charming "you can celebrate that some other weekend" from my mom when I pointed out this fact that is known very well to both of us. I've been telling her we were making big plans for our 10th for like a year, since she's constantly pushing Family Gatherings on me and I've been all "No, JJ is saving his days off for our big anniversary plans." at her.

*Hisses and snarls*

I have contacted sister to find out what the fuck is actually up, since last I heard she was just laughing about "you know mom" and how there wasn't going to be any wedding this fall, she wasn't rushing into anything here. If it really is the case that she's getting married the weekend of my anniversary, I will not be going. She wasn't at my wedding and we all survived. I don't have to be at hers. I like her, but we're not that close.

Ugh.

Today is still part of this week, though, and could I escape from the week's curse? No, dear reader, no I could not.

Today I found out that newkitty is not going to be rehomed, because the shelter (and by extension all the other shelters around) will not take him, as turns out he's going into kidney failure, and they want to adopt out cats, and nobody would adopt a cat that's basically on hospice care and may not have long to live.

So we're stuck with him.

I only mind because the other cats are definitely unhappy about his total lack of social chill, and because it means I'll have to scoop the litter box constantly, as he's both fussy about wanting it clean, and pees like a horse. Kidney failure, I guess.

Anyway. The week from hell had better be over now, if something else goes wrong tomorrow, I'm going to pack my bags and ask my friend in NewZealand if I can crash on her couch, I swear.

Comments

[adafrog]

That is stupid about the wedding. {{{hugs}}}

[justastrangegal]

If it really is the case that she's getting married the weekend of my anniversary, I will not be going. She wasn't at my wedding and we all survived. I don't have to be at hers. I like her, but we're not that close.

Honestly, I would do the same. Didn't go to your wedding but wants you to go to theirs, and on your wedding anniversary no less? Hell no! x__x;;

I'm sorry about the situation with the cat, by the way. Augh. :(

[bladespark]

Well, I'm pretty sure my sister isn't the cause of any of this trouble, and that it's 100% my mother. Hopefully when I hear from her directly this will prove to be the case. Also she was 11 when I was married, so it wasn't *quite* her choice. :3 Although that makes my mother's insistence that *I* have to be at her wedding all the funnier, because she was the one who decided that my sister didn't need to be at mine, given my sister was, you know, a child in her care at the time.

It's all so dumb.

[storme]

My wife and I inadvertently got married on her sister's wedding anniversary (none of her family thought to mention this to us until our wedding was over, and I was duly apologetic) but mercifully it wasn't a very important number anniversary (it was their sixth? I think?) and there's a certain amount of 'this sort of thing just happens' in Chinese culture anyway due to auspicious dates being preferred for events like weddings.

If I'd known early enough, I'd have shifted the wedding a week or something? Still. They apparently did not mind one jot, so, no harm no foul, but I wouldn't have done it on purpose.

[bladespark]

I wouldn't be fussed about it if it was a "sorry it's on your day, we didn't mean to do that, come or don't come" which I suspect is my sister's position, but my mom's "Sorry, it's on your day, we didn't mean to do that, oh but your day doesn't really matter, YOU WILL COME" is a different thing, if you see what I mean?

[silveradept]

That's some bullshit there. I am having very suspicious thoughts about how deliberately your mother planned that date.

I'm sorry about the kitty and her kidney failures. It's not any fun to have a pet with those issues.

[bladespark]

Oh no, no, this wasn't deliberate, my mother a.) isn't cruel, and b.) is so damn obsessed with getting the family together that she'd never deliberately do something to make it less likely for me to come. She just doesn't care about my actual life, so when she realized, she just shrugged and bulled forward with her own obsessive goal, because she doesn't actually care about the real me, only the imaginary me in her head, who she loves deeply, and who doesn't remotely exist.

[silveradept]

Oh. So still some bullshit, but ignorance over malice. Which, I suppose, is better than the alternative, but not actually good.

[bladespark]

It's like that "If you stepped on my foot on purpose, I need you to get off my foot. If you stepped on my foot on accident...I need you to get of my foot" thing from a few years back. (It was much longer, but you get the idea, I'm sure.) Ignorance is in some ways better than malice, yes (I mean, I'm glad my mother doesn't hate me!) and yet still, there she is, standing on my foot.

[silveradept]

Makes sense. And some people are harder than others to make aware of (or to move off of) your foot.

[greghousesgf]

oh, geez. you don't pick your family, do you?