Evil ... Thy name is Orville Redenbacher!!
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Are Nuts.
Long post ... sorry ... I need to vent, and write this out so I can work it out.
I love them, but they are.
My mother has a been depressed, religious whack job for decades. She's also the self-appointed moral compass for the family, including her extended family (her brothers, sisters, in-laws and their kids). She's also a burned-out kindergarten teacher. You know the kind I am talking about, once-loved and Loved kids, but over time, has become bitter and tired of kids and their parents. Her burnout has extended to the grand kids.
She's told all the kids who to better raise their kids. And she's fighting with most of her siblings and my oldest sister.
My dad ... has mellowed a great deal over the years. My brother's suicide had a profound, positive effect, on him. But, he still has issues. Anger issues. He will EXPLODE over trivial things. This has been magnified the last few years by pain in his knee (botched knee replacement surgery).
For several summers my parents will take my kids for a week. My oldest enjoys it. My younger two do not!
My youngest has a very vivid recollection of my mom yelling at him because he didn't like what she made for dinner and he wouldn't eat it. He was 9.
My middle son, also has issues with my parents and them "being mean" about stuff, like eating dinner. This happened Saturday as well.
My oldest enjoys going down. He likes the outdoors. He's a gear head and loves to fish. he's my only child who enjoys being there.
Monday night my dad called. We came home Sunday after my oldest had spent a week with them. Monday, dad wanted to talk to me. Long story short: my son, his friend and my nephew snuck out sodas, pretzels and stuff out dad's camper to go go fishing and they left a mess on the guy's property where they were fishing. The guy called my dad's brother, who called dad, who called me (and my sister). He was going to take the kids back to PA (4 and half hours away) this morning to pick up the trash they left (this is a 2 minute job) and apologize to the property owner. He wanted me to bring kid No. 1 an hour away this morning to meet him so he could take them up there. I declined. Instead my dad came up here (from 2 hours away) to pick up my kid to take him and his cousin to pick up the trash this morning (235 miles away). And then they were coming home. I think my dad is nuts. And this is clearly about more than trash, right?
I called my mom about this ... "is he serious," kind of thing. ... Yes, he was serious and she had his back on this. She then bursts into tears (this is 1 of 2 mechanisms my mom has to discuss things, the other being yelling) telling me how horrible and disrespectful my son was to them all week. She found trash (candy wrappers under his bed) and he didn't listen. She wraps things up by telling me she's worried what's going to happen with the cops bring him my door (for some future juvenile offense). At this point, we "paused" the conversation, I told her I was hanging up and she hung up. I should note: that before we left on Sunday, my wife vacuumed my mom's house including the room where my son was staying.
Here's the thing ... This was the first I heard of this. And some it I find hard to beleive.
My kid does not pick up after himself. I have to ride him with spurs to pick up after him. When they say he leaves messes and trash and stuff out I beleive them. He admitted to leaving the garbage out in Pa.
But he's never been disrespectful. When he's nervous he talks fast and mumbles. And my dad has hearing issues. My dad got mad at him about riding the 4-wheeler. he asked to ride it around the yard. and then headed to the woods, without clearing it with my dad. Dad told him about it and that was it. It happened once. As far as I know and not again, but obviously it is an issue. because both he and my mom brought it up last night.
My dad blew up Sunday afternoon at my No. 3 about shooting bb guns in the driveway. Something they have done before. He was almost irrational about it (worrying he was going to hit cars (which were parked behind everyone and blocked by brick extension of the house). Then he was pissed because they got the potato launcher out (which he claims to have hidden). Again, this was something we do every summer. Clearly there is something going on. Something bothering them related to my kid(s).
I think my parents want to spend time with my kids, but my kids no longer want to do that. And after this, I don't know ...
Long post ... sorry ... I need to vent, and write this out so I can work it out.
I love them, but they are.
My mother has a been depressed, religious whack job for decades. She's also the self-appointed moral compass for the family, including her extended family (her brothers, sisters, in-laws and their kids). She's also a burned-out kindergarten teacher. You know the kind I am talking about, once-loved and Loved kids, but over time, has become bitter and tired of kids and their parents. Her burnout has extended to the grand kids.
She's told all the kids who to better raise their kids. And she's fighting with most of her siblings and my oldest sister.
My dad ... has mellowed a great deal over the years. My brother's suicide had a profound, positive effect, on him. But, he still has issues. Anger issues. He will EXPLODE over trivial things. This has been magnified the last few years by pain in his knee (botched knee replacement surgery).
For several summers my parents will take my kids for a week. My oldest enjoys it. My younger two do not!
My youngest has a very vivid recollection of my mom yelling at him because he didn't like what she made for dinner and he wouldn't eat it. He was 9.
My middle son, also has issues with my parents and them "being mean" about stuff, like eating dinner. This happened Saturday as well.
My oldest enjoys going down. He likes the outdoors. He's a gear head and loves to fish. he's my only child who enjoys being there.
Monday night my dad called. We came home Sunday after my oldest had spent a week with them. Monday, dad wanted to talk to me. Long story short: my son, his friend and my nephew snuck out sodas, pretzels and stuff out dad's camper to go go fishing and they left a mess on the guy's property where they were fishing. The guy called my dad's brother, who called dad, who called me (and my sister). He was going to take the kids back to PA (4 and half hours away) this morning to pick up the trash they left (this is a 2 minute job) and apologize to the property owner. He wanted me to bring kid No. 1 an hour away this morning to meet him so he could take them up there. I declined. Instead my dad came up here (from 2 hours away) to pick up my kid to take him and his cousin to pick up the trash this morning (235 miles away). And then they were coming home. I think my dad is nuts. And this is clearly about more than trash, right?
I called my mom about this ... "is he serious," kind of thing. ... Yes, he was serious and she had his back on this. She then bursts into tears (this is 1 of 2 mechanisms my mom has to discuss things, the other being yelling) telling me how horrible and disrespectful my son was to them all week. She found trash (candy wrappers under his bed) and he didn't listen. She wraps things up by telling me she's worried what's going to happen with the cops bring him my door (for some future juvenile offense). At this point, we "paused" the conversation, I told her I was hanging up and she hung up. I should note: that before we left on Sunday, my wife vacuumed my mom's house including the room where my son was staying.
Here's the thing ... This was the first I heard of this. And some it I find hard to beleive.
My kid does not pick up after himself. I have to ride him with spurs to pick up after him. When they say he leaves messes and trash and stuff out I beleive them. He admitted to leaving the garbage out in Pa.
But he's never been disrespectful. When he's nervous he talks fast and mumbles. And my dad has hearing issues. My dad got mad at him about riding the 4-wheeler. he asked to ride it around the yard. and then headed to the woods, without clearing it with my dad. Dad told him about it and that was it. It happened once. As far as I know and not again, but obviously it is an issue. because both he and my mom brought it up last night.
My dad blew up Sunday afternoon at my No. 3 about shooting bb guns in the driveway. Something they have done before. He was almost irrational about it (worrying he was going to hit cars (which were parked behind everyone and blocked by brick extension of the house). Then he was pissed because they got the potato launcher out (which he claims to have hidden). Again, this was something we do every summer. Clearly there is something going on. Something bothering them related to my kid(s).
I think my parents want to spend time with my kids, but my kids no longer want to do that. And after this, I don't know ...