Crazy Mama!

Now I know the title is at least interesting but unfortunately this is not a story about a wild biker babe clinging to a leather clad man on the back of a vibrating Harley Davidson. This one is about my mother or the title describes her any way. Maybe the title should be crazy daughter you'll have to be the judge of that. My mom announced to me nearly a month ago that she was creating a family tree. Now that sounded nice and harmless enough. She was inspired to create one after her sister gave her one as a gift. Apparently it was filled with inaccurate data. So wanting to one up someone else she set about to delve into family history. Being quite unsuccessful at acquiring even the most basic information about previous generations she decided to concentrate on providing the most thorough and accurate information about my family. It all started out harmless enough but then when she started asking me things like maiden names, birth dates, birthplaces (including hospital) for Kelly's relatives and I began to get a bit suspicious. Didn't feel that she needed these things for our family tree and am leery of her motives in general. Not that I had much if any of this information in any case. So I told her that I did not know the answers to her questions at which point she badgered me about getting this info for her. I told her that I would not do that and that she was welcome to contact Kelly's relatives herself. She has everyone's addresses and numbers as she went through my address book and effectively stole them from me. Don't know why I even care that she did that I guess it all goes back to the trust thing. Well when they did not return her calls. She became upset with me and told me that all of the information was public record anyway. I told her that was great she could just get it off the internet. Then she told me since I did not participate in the family tree project that I would not be receiving a copy. I said,"Okay". When this did not seem to bother me she told me that she was going to call Kelly's ex-wife and send one to her for her daughter. That's when she finally succeeded in annoying me sufficiently. I hung up on my mother. Immature thing to do I admit. She immediately calls me back and I of course pick up the phone because on some level I must be enjoying this. This time she asks to speak to Kelly who is in the middle of hanging a pair French doors in his office. I say he's busy and she begs me to ask him to speak with her. He says that if it is important he will call her later. Then I say goodbye and hang up the phone. Yes the phone rings again, this time it's mommy dearest calling to say I am no longer part of her life, so I say that if that's what she feels that she needs then she can cut me out of her life. As if this little melodrama does not have enough players already, my Dad calls supposedly to get the skinny on why my mother is having a nervous break down. I give him the 411, don't flavor it any special way just give him the blow by blow. Then of course I end up telling him to tell my mom that I'm sorry and that if she calls I'll tell her so. So she calls for her apology and I don't apologize initially, I just ask that we forget the whole thing happened. This is not apparently good enough for her so I apologize. Don't know what exactly I'm apologizing for but I apologize rather well. An interesting conversation takes place in which she gives many details of mine and Dad's conversation so I now know that she was listening in. Which amuses me. Now the next thing that occurred surprised me tremendously. My mother said, "I never spent much time with you". Now this meant something to me to have her acknowledge such a simple thing as this. As much as I wanted her time and attention when I was a child I think that the limited role that she played in my life contributed to who I am and I must admit that I love me.