My family = Irritation
Wow, they’re an irritating bunch.
Ever have one of those days where your family is so incredibly irritating that you’ve no desire to ever see them again? I’ve had one of those days. First let me set the scene. I don’t talk with my extended family all that much. My mother was the odd duck of the family and as such I wasn’t ever really close with the rest of them.
She did get along with one of her sisters, however, and I used to be fairly close to my aunt and uncle. Well, you know how when you grow up, you notice over time that your aunts, uncles, and grandparents no longer seem to care for you as much? Now that you’re no longer five years old and toting a toy piano they don’t think you’re cute anymore and therefore don’t want to talk to you? Well that’s always irritated me, but I suppose it wasn’t until today that I realised just how self-absorbed my family really is.
Over the past few years I’ve stopped talking to all those aunts, uncles, and, in this case, grandmother who I’ve never really gotten along with. I did still, however, talk to the aunt and uncle that my mother was fairly close with. I happened to ask for my old children’s books from my aunt - since my mother moved into her retirement home they’d decided to keep such things at my aunt’s and uncle’s house as they had more space - as I wanted to go through them again.
My aunt said I could of course have them and that ‘we only took them because we knew you were going to throw them out’. That’s a complete and utter lie, by the way, I would never throw out a book. Ever. They took my books from my mother’s book shelves when they were packing up all of my mother’s books when she sold her house.
Anyway, so today they happened to be coming to the next town over from my city as they wanted to go and see my grandmother. My aunt called to say that they could drop the books around, so I said that would work out well. They said they’d arrive ‘late’, which meant somewhere between 6:00pm and 7:00pm. At around 5:00pm I called to ask if they were close as I had to go to the supermarket to grab some essentials for dinner tonight, to which my uncle told me they were ‘just leaving now’ and that they wouldn’t be at my house until around 10:00pm to 10:30pm.
This is something the two of them do - due entirely to my aunt thinking it’s acceptable to keep people waiting hours for their visits - quite regularly. They arrived at 9:00pm, by the way, and barely said much of anything to me, and what was said was completely lack lustre and completely uninterested in anything going on in my life of my SO’s life. That was, of course, until I asked my aunt about her Second Life gaming.
She’s an older lady, but somehow got caught up being a host for social events on Second Life, and once I asked about that my aunts face lit up and she yacked away for quite a while. My uncle never even bothered to get out of the car.
Yep, gotta say, love my secluded life just the way it is. I hate visits from family.
