Here we go again. She's seen me for a short period of time so she wants to leech back onto me for her supply. This round is the, "I have a serious illness," again. She had also had my oldest son for a week....only 1 week this time and she wanted to keep him. They tried to use my empathy that Dad was hard at wok all week and hadn't gotten much time with him. I did not bite the bate this go round because they were to bring him back on his Birthday, a mile stone Birthday.....NOPE, not getting past me this time.
So, a few days after....OH, one thing, and this will be another post, but she brought nothing from her house to dump off on me. Anyway, a few days later, she calls me, (during dinner time, OF COURSE), and when I didn't answer, (because I was feeding my family), she texts me to call her please. *eye roll* In my gut, I knew I shouldn't have called, but I never know if something actually bad happened when she calls me with tears in her voice. I call, like the idiot I am and she proceeds to tell me she has A gallstone and she has to have surgery and she can't eat greasy food anymore and boo hoo, whoa is her. This woman somehow manages to survive on soda and candy, has three teeth in her head and smokes about 2 packs a day.....oh, she "doesn't inhale" though, so it's not really smoking somehow? Never mind the fact that if I crack a joke and she laughs, she'll wind up coughing to the point of puking......and....I...have...to...listen. Between that and having to repeat everything 2 or 3 times because she's "getting a hearing aid," (20 years she's been saying that), I really hate talking to her. Also, the phone is always on speaker and she's under the delusion that everyone else in the world has to do that as well. I was trying to relay information to her about Birthday plans and we were on the highway....she wouldn't even let me finish a sentence before she was relaying the information to my Dad, who was standing right there and could hear me because I was on SPEAKER!!! I finally got fed up and told her, "Just put Dad on the phone please."
But, I digress....didn't mean to veer off there. So, the ailment du jour, is a gall stone and, I didn't pick up on this when I talked to her, she was in pain the entire time at my house. "But you had no idea did you?" in her theatrical voice. I reply, "no, I didn't." I wasn't paying attention to her, it was my son's day. "Well, good, then I did my job." *she was quite chuffed with having fooled her daughter on this one.* What fucking job? To fool your child? Idiot! So, she explains to me how she thought it was scar tissue and *sob* she doesn't want to go through another surgery. I lost count on how many she's had....mostly abdominal, which would be where the scar tissue is. Now, anyone who has had gallstones or gallbladder issues knows that it, nor the pain, is located in the pelvic area. I have had gallstones, (she likes to adopt my injuries or ailments for sympathy), and while I can tolerate a good amount of pain was knocked on my ass because of it. I couldn't eat...she had no problem. I couldn't walk upright...again, no problem for her. At this point I think she full of shit not a gallstone.....who gets just one anyway?
So, I will keep you updated on how she gets out of this one....because I know that's coming next. All of a sudden, "It's a miracle! I can continue to eat your meatballs and all the other fried crap that I stuff into my gaping maw! Isn't that the best?" No. I want to see you go through with the surgery. I want you to have to eat your fucking lies for once in your god damn selfish existence!! Why would you intentionally worry your family just to get sympathy? Because you are a narcissistic cunt, that's why and hope you DO have to have your gallbladder removed and never be able to eat the crap that you do. I told her years ago that the diet soda was going to lead to it anyway.....so let it be so.
She'll get away with it like she always does though.
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