Thanks, Mom

Every summer I get a letter/email from my mother that just makes me either want to cry, punch her in the face, slam my head against something solid, or any combination of the three.

After my freshman year in Madison, I got an actual letter (not just an email), two pages, about how she thought that I shouldn't move back....ever. It went on to say that I should spend the summer on a friend's couch. Mmmm....NO.

Last summer I got a lengthy email saying that although I was coming home to work my ass off, that I wasn't really welcome (ok she didn't SAY that but that was the gist of the thing) and that she's tired of being used by me for room and board. Wait, what exactly did you sign up for when you had kids, Mom?

Now for the last few weeks I've been getting emails about insurance from her. My mother isn't the brightest crayon in the box and the "information" she's been giving me tells me that she hasn't got the slightest clue about what's going on. So I've basically been ignoring them. However, this morning's email leaves little room for confusion: both my sister and I are being dropped ENTIRELY because my mom simply doesn't feel like paying for us anymore. Simple as that. Our security and well-being aside, she'd rather spend the money on herself.

I don't know what the normal reaction to this kind of thing is but I'm scared shitless.

Not that this has anything to do with anything but I'm reminded of the time that my van got fucked up and none of the interior lights would work, including the dashboard. So I drove a van around at night for more than a year and a half, not actually knowing how fast I was going or how much gas I had or what time it was or how hot my engine was etc etc. However, the second my mother realized that she would have to drive the van to move me to Madison and that there would be night driving involved, you can bet that the van was fixed. And the nice part about the repairs was that her boyfriend did it.....for free.....meaning that he COULD have done the same fucking favor for me but didn't, and it took him all of about 20 minutes to do.

So Mom, here's my official FUCK YOU. If I see you going on vacation or buying yourself something nice with the money you saved from neglecting your two daughters, I'll make sure that you get good use of the health insurance you saved for yourself.