OMFG someone hand me my Xanax stat.
My Mom and Dad are coming to visit. Which is very good. The girls are beside themselves with joy at the imminent arrival of Granny and Papaw. My Dad always goes trick-or-treating with them. It’s the tradition. He even dresses up. See? Good times.
Then I talked to my Mom this morning on the way to church and she casually dropped the bomb that she and Dad are thinking of going to get Cruella and bringing her along on the visit. Ya’ll remember Cruella. She is my paternal grandmother with Narcissistic Personality Disorder (NPD). I blogged about this Hell-Beast before.
Apparently Cruella and Aunt Twerp, whom she lives with, are fighting. No! Look at me falling over form a lack of surprise! I honestly believe Aunt Twerp had waited to move Cruella in with her until she believed Cruella was on the final countdown to Meet Her Maker. Twerp failed to realize that Cruella will live to be 110 because God doesn’t want her and the Devil is afraid that she’ll lower the tone of his establishment. Anyway, after a few years of living with Cruella, Aunt Twerp is losing her mind and wants someone else to take the Demon off her hands. Mom and Dad, who are insane, are going to take Cruella home with them for a “long visit”.
That’s bad enough. I hate to think of the emotional damage Cruella will do to them the entire time she is there. But the fact my parents are blithely planning on bringing that Nightmare to my house, without asking me, is causing me an amazing amount of stress. Because Cruella is “family” my mom, slave as she is to the concept of kin, didn’t even think that was necessary to ask if I wanted that piece of Evil Incarnate to come to my home. After all, why wouldn’t a I want a psychopath to come visit for five days and be around my children and let her disgusting spit cup (she dips snuff, which is so gross I gag just thinking about it) spill on my floors? Surely I would be thrilled!
And monkeys are flying out of my ass!
So today I am going to have a talk with my parents on why, if they must go get Cruella, they need to get her AFTER they visit my home. This will honestly bewilder them. They cannot understand why I don’t like evil if it’s related to me. That’s how devoted they are to the ideology of family. Seriously, it’s so ingrained they cannot even fathom how I could be different. That I would shun her simply because she is cruel and malicious and a former child abuser and a liar; that I would stick to my guns and cast her out of my life because I think there should be consequences for evil actions; that I would do this even to relatives – it’s astounding to them. Non-family people? That’s fine. But to eschew “my own blood”?? Crazy talk!
Hell yeah, I will kick evil to the curb and I don’t give even a mouse–size shit if we share DNA. I don’t tolerate vile people. I just chuck them off my boat and keep rowing with/for those I love. Evil people can row their own boat.
My mom keeps telling me it’s my duty as a Christian to forgive Cruella. I keep telling mom that I have forgiven Cruella. I’m not trying to get revenge, I am not trying hurt her. But I have turned the other cheek and then walked away because only a masochist wants to stand in the same spot next to someone who keeps hitting them. Cruella is a NPD, thus she’ll keep hitting. The only rational solution is to cease interacting with her. If this makes her “sad” (one of the few real emotions NPDs have is that they can feel profoundly sorry for themselves), those are the consequences of her actions. Forgiveness does not mean I have to save someone from the consequences of their actions. If Cruella communicated to me that she was undergoing a spiritual transformation (with the help of a great therapist) and wished to atone and wanted to see me … I would be amenable. But everyone just wants to pretend that it’s fine even though Cruella is the same old shade of evil she’s always been. Because she’s family.
I’ll update tomorrow whether or not I successfully talked my parents out of bringing the She-Devil with them. I’ll also share another little anecdote of a horrible thing Cruella has done fairly recently to my poor Dad.
My brain hurts.