gossip mongers

while i'm on the subject...

a month ago the cupboards fell off the wall.  they took out 90% of my glassware.  there was glass everywhere throughout my kitchen on the floor, cupboards, and in the damndest places like my foot.

while i was in the middle of cleaning the glass (or in media res), the c-sil called.  oh she was calling to cry that she had hit a dog.  not crying because she hit the dog, but in spite of it because WAAAH, it had wrecked her car.  not wrecked to the point of it being undriveable, but wrecked as in ruined the washer fluid reservoir.  no words as to how the dog was doing etc, nor any concern, but would you expect any more of her, really?

during that conversation, ch mentioned that our cupboards fell off the wall.  little was said to him, including "would you like some help cleaning it up".  you'd expect that of her, seeing as we've helped her out of oodles of jams, but it didnt directly affect her so she just stepped OVER us and continued on. 

of course that didnt stop her from hanging up the phone and immediately speed dialling her parents to tell them the gossip.  god forbid a day go by where she doesnt phone them for some reason or the other and if you have juicier gossip than "oh guess what i did today at skool", then all the better.

not 12 hrs later i got a call.  ME, not ch.  the fil was on the phone calling me during the afternoon to inquire after the tragedy.  didnt call his son, but chose to talk to me.  it went ON.  i must have explained how it happend 239473489 times and the fuck still had no clue and needed it explained to him.  he's done that before when he's called here asking what system ch had for a/v and when i told him sony, he went out and bought hitachi and then said "it would have been nice to know what you had"...like, fuckhead: were you even having the same conversation i was???

anyway, the fucker called here to get the details (which he promptly forgot) and then fucking had to criticise me for how i handled it.  first it was that i didnt fucking take pictures of it all (and i really think it was for his own morbid curiousity) and then it was that i threw the cupboards out when i should have kept everything.  yeah, right...i should keep shit that has fallen apart in my garage...what, just in case i need it??  right, you cunt.  then it was how i handled it and how i should have been threatening to send this issue to the paper....riiiight...i wonder if these are some of the threats that were uttered when the cunty sil was laid off??

regardless, it was pure fuckery and criticism all aimed at me.  my therapist said that i should have hung up on him.  he's right, i should have.  he yammered away and i was fortunate enough to have the builder come to the door, so i didnt have to listen to how wrong i was again.

the long and the short of it is that i want to fucking make up some kind of terrible rumor to see how fast it returns.  i'd like to say something to the sil and see how long it takes to get back to us via the inlaws...i'm betting on less than 24hrs.