The MOM List.

The MOM List
In no particular order.

> UK Arboretum - might as well start at the TOP.

> Jackson Hole - The scathing note right before dinner.
> Jackson Hole - Don't pass "Melvin" meltdown as we were nose-to-tail for miles.
> Jackson Hole - They're shopping for themselves and I'm shopping for a Christmas ornament for Mom, then get called the same OLD shit: ungrateful, etc. Yeah, I'm horrible.
> Jackson Hole - Telling the family of MORMONS as we all went around introducing ourselves, "I'm just a flunky and a DRUNK." FYI, It was NOT funny.


Just being ARGUMENTATIVE for no apparent reason.
> "Don't shake my milk." Why do you shake the milk?
> All coffee is the same.
> Blue corn ISN'T blue corn - it has food coloring in it! (WRONG again, Mother.)
> Claimed NOT to know what I meant when I said Weed Wacker and argued about that.
> Also claimed Vanities at Darby 'wasn't a salon'. Well, that's funny because THE STATE BOARD thinks so! But YOU'RE the fucking expert on ALL things, right.


Driving
> Don't drive with your hand on the lever. ... WHY do you drive like that?

> Pushing her invisible break while in the PASSENGERS seat. Does it matter that I've driven cross-country before. I think I know how to drive.

> EYE DOCTOR - Mom said she couldn't see, so I recommended a World-Renown Eye Doctor dad of one of my clients. Was going to drive her, but I had to work.  Mom threw a fit when I simply brought up asking "A" (a family member). Went full charge ballistic nuts. --- December 17, 2010.

> RIDE IN CAR - WHILE SHE WAS DRIVING AND GOT SO CREEPY IT SCARED ME
Yeah, this one was REALLY weird.  Like 'sexual' weird.  Ick.  I don't know.  All I can recall is that I was squeezing my body as close to the passenger-side door as I could to distance myself from this nutball.  It was really gross and odd.  Behaviour I had never experienced from her - or anyone.  VERY icky. A one time occurrence, thankfully. But SO odd.

> GOING TO THE MOVIES - TO PICK UP AUNT "I wish you would just grow up."
There was A LOT more to it than just that one line. It started AS I walked in her house to pick her up. She machine gunned me so bad all through the drive out of the subdivision and by the time we were approaching Aunt's street, I decided to call off the whole thing and she went Jekyll and Hyde on me literally turning into this small child. "Oh please, I'll be good. Please let's go to the movies." I still to this day don't have a clue what THIS was. Never seen but once on that day. But, of course, she manages to get to the phone first and tells Aunt that *I* had a fit . . . "You know how Nancy gets . . ." Aunt  fell for it hook, line and sinker. They all did. Every time.


Christmas
> You BROKE MY door.
I was never allowed to stay at work hoping for walk-in Gift Certificate sales, nope, SHE wanted me at her house Christmas Eve, so I would close early and pack up to be there. I stayed in "my" room, the same one since turning 11. The one that used to have the Leif Garrett posters all over it!  This room has bi-fold doors on the closet. These are historically bad at coming off the rails (pun intended?). So after pushing my life aside for her wishes, first thing out of arriving is that she screams at me when the bi-fold door comes off the rail.  The door doing this wasn't something new, but for some reason it was her opportunity to 'rail' at me for no good reason.  Like I pulled it off out of meanness or something. Just more accusations.


Dance Class
From my calendar  :: 
2.15pm & 2.30 pm - Arthur Murray Dance Studio - for Mom and Aunt *
What a JOKE. I was crying at 9:30 this morning because of the torment Mom put me through from the time Monday when I told her about her GIFT to last night when she was STILL resisting. Jesus, a simple THANK YOU would have been enough.  UGH.

> ugh. Nancy is driving away in tears AGAIN. So sorry I wanted to do something NICE for you.

Yep, this one hurt my feelings really bad.  I had been at at Charity Golf outing with Terri, and, as they do, they had a gift table, and when my ticket was called there wasn't much left, but there was this dance class offering.  I remembered how much Mom LOVES to dance and so I thought that would be a fun thing to do TOGETHER. (yes, you may laugh now.).  She made this day one of the worst ever.  Not THE worst, that was the UK Arboretum. But what was yet again supposed to have been a benign light and fun dance lesson TOGETHER turned into me driving MY car in front of Mom driving Aunt * to the place, and me leaving them there CRYING all the way home.  I didn't get to do it at all.  Mom and Aunt * did.  Mom made the whole thing so miserable .... yep just cried and cried and cried.  That's the thanks you get for thinking of your Mom, Nancy.  That was June 2003.

DRUNK
> AS A CHILD WHEN SHE WOULD GO OUT DANCING AND COME HOME DRUNK AND STUMBLING "I'm "sick" Nancy, don't look at me." with Granny carrying her to her room.

> The Mansion at Griffin Gate, my birthday dinner.
THIS was BAD.  As most things with her, started good, then devolved. She wanted to treat me for my birthday and even though she wouldn't spa WITH me, I was able to enjoy it, and then we'd have dinner at their nicest restaurant, The Mansion. She even invited my friend from LOU to join. Sounds lovely so far, doesn't it? Well, I made a boo-boo. After my spa treatments  the hotel had some champagne out so I got a glass for myself and one for her.  Whoops, that caused an avalanche. We made it to dinner, but she sat there nearly falling into her soup. At one point she wanted to smoke and it was cold outside, so the waiters took her up the stairs where she sat and smoked alone. She was such a sloshy mess my friend and I had to carry her out of the restaurant and back to her room. Happy Birthday, daughter.


Mother's Day
> ARGUING over the bill at a nice Mother's Day buffet. Embarrassed the waiter. I said, "Mom it's written in the name of the day --- it's MOTHER'S day, I pay the bill!" Nope. She paid. Why couldn't she accept ANY kindness from me???????

> Bob Newhart at Belterra when she refused to go and I went by myself.
   Sat there with the empty chair next to me ON MOTHER’S DAY.
​An image that explains everything.

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~N.
April 1, 2026
Still.  I've been writing all day.
Will any of this ever help?
Nope.
​Hurt lasts FOREVER.