A propos of nothing....

 ....stepson's girlfriend called last night to ask us to give S $20,000, so she could kick him out.  Whaaaaaaat!@#%$^#$#!!!  He already owes us thousands, but conveniently declared bankruptcy thus stiffing his many creditors, including us.  When we declined, she started raving.  Obviously drunk, she called B an asshole and a bad father and then hung up.  "Do you want your son on welfare?" she screamed.  Anyone on welfare only has to look in the mirror for the answer to that one.

Then it was my turn to enjoy her irresistible magic.  In a series of vicious and abusive texts she told me we had to "own S" because she hadn't given birth to him.  Really??!!  The guy's 48 years old, for Gawd's sake.  Then she really got going.  "You disgust me!!  Toxic bitch.  You are an obtuse, horrible, angry creature," perfectly describing herself in the tirade. 

Wow, what a charmer!  Frankly the term "white trash" came to mind when I first met her.  "Sociopath" and "narcissist" also sprang to mind, but I did put up with her and was civil and welcoming whenever we were in Ottawa.  We often took them to lunch and paid, of course.  The evenings always start fine, but after she drains her beloved pitcher of martinis, things go south and we take our leave before it gets out-of-hand.  A real female Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.  

A few Christmases ago, we spent Christmas dinner with them and her family.  She announced that the oven was broken, so she hadn't been able to cook a turkey.  "Oh, what bad luck.  Your oven breaks on Christmas Day!" I sympathized.  Turns out the oven had been out-of-order for seven months!  So, her poor mother made deviled eggs for Christmas dinner -- a first for us -- while madame drained her pitcher.  I blogged about this sorry episode at the time, but she whined and had S phone to tell me to delete it.  Out of respect for B, I did -- reluctantly but now very regrettably in view of her charm offensive of last evening.  However, this gives you a little taste of her charisma and magnetism.  

So, here we are.  All very sad, but as my late Mother said, "Every family has something."  We, unfortunately, have two somethings.  All I can say is, thank Gawd we live in Calgary!