Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!
It’s a lovely warm day here in St Helens so I am taking the opportunity
to rock my new palazzo strapless jumpsuit with my white cardigan and black
wedges. Fabulous!!!
Well the visitors have been and gone. It wasn’t too bad actually. They are both now ladies of leisure (hubby is
making all the money) and they both have children. They
are also both fat! It was great being
the skinny one in the group. I know that
was incredibly bitchy but I needed something from screaming after Amelia showed
me her new Louis Vuitton handbag and her Chanel makeup. Oh and don’t forget the first class
ticket!! Well at least my ass isn’t as
flabby as yours, sunshine!
But it was ok. We
have each taken different paths and I am cool with it. We spent the day in Liverpool and reminisced about
the old days. We laughed and discussed
life and how the people from our old crew were doing.
Charity is still as straight talking and funny as ever. Yes, it looks like they have an easy
life. Well, as easy as raising children
can be, and I must admit, I am a little envious but I am better off where I am
now.
We left it that we are going to attempt to meet up at Christmas
when I go back home. And that just suits
me fine.
But my current concern is with Simon’s parents. I
wouldn’t say that I am close to them. I
tolerate them, yes I think that is the best way that I can describe it currently
but lately, things have been a bit....well....strained.
A few weeks ago, Simon received a call on the weekend from
his mother asking him to come down to fix something, I don’t know if it was the
computer or the TV. He went over to
assist and then the drama began...
I received a text from his dad: Hi Betty.
Have you ever heard the song Cats in the Cats in the Cradle. It’s about a father who doesn’t have time for
his son. I feel the opposite.
I was a bit shocked.
I didn’t know what to say so I sent a text back saying that I was familiar
with the song and Cat Stevens.
Then his dad went on to say that Simon’s mum shouldn’t have
called. And that he wants to feel appreciated.
He does have a valid point.
But the texts had spelling errors all over the shop...his dad was drunk
again.
More texts followed.
The spelling got worse. His dad
was very drunk, I think.
Simon came home and looked frustrated. I showed him the texts. Simon sat down on the settee. Was she drunk again, I asked quietly. He just nodded. I hugged him.
I could see he was hurt. I can
see why he doesn’t go over and see them.
I understand his frustration.
Ever since that day, his parents have been awkward with me
and Simon. As in they haven’t spoken to
us or chatted with us. And his dad, who
takes care of the accounts knows how busy I am at work has been bombarding me with
emails, where’s this? Where’s that? Give me this invoice. He’s also putting awkward comments on my
Facebook statuses. It’s kind of making
me feel uncomfortable. I was tempted
yesterday when his dad put an awkward comment on one of my statuses to say Go
home Dad, you’re drunk but I don’t know how that would have been taken.
Why have I been pulled into this? Should I be pulled into this? What are the official relationship rules on
this?
Simon and I have discussed the whole marriage thing. It is something that we both want. But Simon made it very clear he wants to fly
to Vegas and get married without his parents present because of their track
record for getting slaughtered.
I am lucky. Yes, my
Mama is an absolute head-case with issues.
Yes, she drives me crackers. Yes,
my worst nightmare is to end up helpless and crazy like her. But I love my Mama and I would take her
craziness over Simon’s situation any day.
It’s made me grateful for what I do have. Simon feels that my parents are the way that
he wanted his parents to be and my parents adore Simon and they call him son.
But my parents are miles away and the closest things to
parents that I have here are less than adequate.
I find myself alone and isolated feeling. They say that when you marry a man, you marry
the family too. Half of me thinks what
have I got myself into?
It’s a difficult one, Ragers and Ragettes and I am well and
truly stuck. Any comments or feedback
about this or any issues are always welcome!
Until next time, Ragers and Ragettes, keep your head and
standards high and your heels even higher
Lots of Love
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxx
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