Meet your new daddy
Step-Son's psycho bitch mom got married. Not to the guy she was engaged to this past summer, mind you. No, that didn't work out, apparently. Instead, she seems to have married a South American she used to know a few years ago. Or many few years ago. Or something. Who the fuck knows.
I wasn't kidding when I tried to illustrate her instability and fucked-in-the-head-ness in previous posts.
So here's how this love story unfolded. All summer, during his visit with us, Step-Son referred to this one guy... let's call him Dave... as his mom's fiance. He seemed to really like the guy, and appeared to spend a lot of time at his house. Dave has 2 girls about the same age as Step-Son, and the kids became fast friends.
Main Man and I remained unconvinced that all could possibly be as hunky-dory as Step-Son made it sound, because... well, because we know his mom. But we hoped. We honestly wished and hoped that Dave was this beacon of potential normalcy in Step-Son's everyday life.
Step-Son went home in early September, and then he and psycho-bitch (let's just call her PB for short, shall we?) fell off the face of the earth for a couple of months. No contact whatsoever. Oh well... nothing new to us.
When we finally got to speak with Step-Son this week, he announced his mom got married. Main Man, sensing a typical PB scenario has probably occurred, actually paused and asked: "To who?"
"Jimmy."
Ah yes... here it is....
"Jimmy?? Who's Jimmy?"
In a bored monotone: "My mom's new husband."
"What's his last name?"
"(sigh) I don't know. He doesn't speak English."
No.... of course he doesn't.
Here's how it's gonna go down: This thing will not last, it'll all be Jimmy's fault, and PB will create yet another emotionally charged drama to drag Step-Son through. She will move again, change jobs again, and begin the hunt for the next guy.
Sadly, there is nothing Main Man can do to bring Step-Son here. And there's nothing I can do to help the situation, besides roll my eyes and shake my head.
What I can do, however, is have some fun with it. I am accepting bets starting now. Please feel free to venture your best guess as to how long the PB and J union will last. The prize, as usual, is a Pop-Tart, which I will eat in your honour.
I wasn't kidding when I tried to illustrate her instability and fucked-in-the-head-ness in previous posts.
So here's how this love story unfolded. All summer, during his visit with us, Step-Son referred to this one guy... let's call him Dave... as his mom's fiance. He seemed to really like the guy, and appeared to spend a lot of time at his house. Dave has 2 girls about the same age as Step-Son, and the kids became fast friends.
Main Man and I remained unconvinced that all could possibly be as hunky-dory as Step-Son made it sound, because... well, because we know his mom. But we hoped. We honestly wished and hoped that Dave was this beacon of potential normalcy in Step-Son's everyday life.
Step-Son went home in early September, and then he and psycho-bitch (let's just call her PB for short, shall we?) fell off the face of the earth for a couple of months. No contact whatsoever. Oh well... nothing new to us.
When we finally got to speak with Step-Son this week, he announced his mom got married. Main Man, sensing a typical PB scenario has probably occurred, actually paused and asked: "To who?"
"Jimmy."
Ah yes... here it is....
"Jimmy?? Who's Jimmy?"
In a bored monotone: "My mom's new husband."
"What's his last name?"
"(sigh) I don't know. He doesn't speak English."
No.... of course he doesn't.
Here's how it's gonna go down: This thing will not last, it'll all be Jimmy's fault, and PB will create yet another emotionally charged drama to drag Step-Son through. She will move again, change jobs again, and begin the hunt for the next guy.
Sadly, there is nothing Main Man can do to bring Step-Son here. And there's nothing I can do to help the situation, besides roll my eyes and shake my head.
What I can do, however, is have some fun with it. I am accepting bets starting now. Please feel free to venture your best guess as to how long the PB and J union will last. The prize, as usual, is a Pop-Tart, which I will eat in your honour.
posted by Berry at 5:20 PM
1 Comments:
I bet Main Man can get custody if he proves that PB accepted money to marry Jimmy, in exchange for the green card she's getting him.
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