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Yes, I was very close to my dad - we were best friends. We also work together - he's the boss!! My mom died almost five years ago. Somehow, I got myself under the gun with his first woman b/c I absolutely despised her. He took advantage of the fact that I was his captive every single day at work to threaten, guilt, and use every other tactic to try to convince me that it was my daughterly duty to love his new woman and kiss her ass. It was very close to hell for months. Eventually, I left work (along with a few other coping measures I adopted). Trust me, we went to counseling (near the very beginning of that one). We walked in and he said "You all have GOT to fix her b/c SHE'S GOTTA WORK!!" They got married one week before the one-year anniversary of my mother's death. Then, she made him miserable for about a year. Then, they lived apart for about a year. Then he got a divorce and gave her a bunch of money.
This one seemed very different at first. She was nice and friendly and down to earth. Then, we all went out to eat together and it was a total disaster. She was stumbling drunk. My husband drove - we took our truck. They (my dad and g-friend) got into an argument on the way home. She poured a beer over his head. She told him she was going to knock his teeth out with the beer bottle. She slung tequila all over the truck. Thank God we have good plastic floor mats. The ride home was about an hour long. I thought I would lose my mind before we got home. Once, she told my husband to slow down so she could listen to a song. I said "Hell no! You get us home so they can get out of our truck!" She screamed at my dad all the way home every time he touched her or tried to talk to her. The next day, HE came to apologize. That made me furious and I told him to NOT come to me to apologize for HER behavior. He said it was all his fault b/c he had acted jealous. That made me even madder that he blamed HER behavior on himself. The fact is that she was a drunk raving lunatic. I have NEVER in my 38 years of life witnessed that kind of behavior. NEVER.
So, now I am in the hot seat again. It is absolutely vital (to hear him tell it) to my dad that we adore his woman (and her spoiled daughter too I guess). Now we have this petty crap going on. For example, she wouldn't come to my brother's daughter's b/day party b/c HER name wasn't on the invitation. I said I guess I should just go home too b/c our invitation only had my son's name on it. Because she wouldn't come, of course, my dad wouldn't either. When it came time for my son's b/day, I told him we were having fish and cake. He said "Will you do me a favor and call **** and aske her and **** to come?" I said "Asking you to bring them is not good enough?" He, of course, said "No, it's not." Being the loud mouth outspoken person I am, I told him that I didn't see whay I had to kiss her ass. After all, no one kisses my ass. That, of course, made him mad and he said "Fine, don't call her" and refused to give me the number. Of course, I got it an called and kissed her ass anyway. So, that time, they actually came.
THEN, Monday, my daughter and I end up being grilled for 20 minutes on what our problem is with *****. THEN AGAIN, yesterday, I end up being grilled for and hour. I don't understand. I did what he wanted and kissed her ass and called her and asked her and her spoiled rotten brat daughter to come to my house. He says they weren't comfortable. I asked what I did wrong. It seemed pretty normal to me. We all talked and seemed to get along. That's when he says *someone* told him that my daughter supposedly said something derogatory about ****** in relation to MY BROTHER. I told him that he had to understand that I did not believe that my daughter said that. He said let it go - "Don't stir the pot." But, the fact is that I AM FURIOUS. Why does he always assume the worst and WHY does he insist that we kiss their ass? I told him I will not go through these daily grilling every single day AGAIN (I went back to work for him last year). I WILL NOT DO IT!!!
It is such a complicated mess. I am here mostly for my brother. He genuinely needs me here to do the work that I do. But, I can honestly say that my mental health cannot survive another round of the crap that I went through before. My brother says come to him and he will take care of it. That makes me feel weak and like I am passing the crap on to him.
For the life of me, I cannot understand how I am back in this position AGAIN. I simply do not know what I did wrong. I do not know why my children deserve for their grandfather to think poorly of them. And, yesterday, I thought that I would be better able to cope this time and that I would just harden my heart and not let it bother me. So far, it's just not working very well.
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