Le maudit Mo D.

mettlesome busybody

My mother has a cousin we'll call Sally. Sally is in her mid-sixties and was widowed in her early thirties. She hasn't been to bed with a man since, and it shows. Normally, I wouldn't be so callous towards a woman in her circumstances, but in her old age she has turned into the nosiest, most overbearing twit and now she's gotten her claws into my affairs and it's pissing me off.

While most everyone else in the Maudit Universe understands that confronting me on my decision to cancel my surgery is unwelcome, Sally has decided to make it her cause-of-the-month to get my mom to force me to have it. I haven't personally spoken to Sally on the matter. She heard about it second-hand and wasted no time calling up my mother and asking the most personal details on my decision. She then decided to take matters into her own hands and call up the office of the surgeon and ask a bunch of questions and then report to my mom that she did so, instructing her to not pass that info onto me. Well, of course, my mom thinks she's a nuttybar and told me everything.

I told my mom to grow a pair and tell her to knock it off, that she's being rude and mettlesome and that I'm an adult who can make her own decisions without secretive parental collusion at work to force me onto the surgery table. Sally is also not known for her sensitivity or lovingkindness. Last Christmas, her older brother was in the hospital getting his foot amputated due to diabetes and she turned around and evicted him from the house he lived in because she owned it and she wanted the money! The brother died two months later. He probably wouldn't have died if his sister hadn't been such a thoughtless bitch and he had a home to go to after major surgery. She piled up his belongings on the front lawn so he'd be good and humiliated, which proves it was about more than just cashing in on the last of her family's money. So if she thinks I consider her to be a loving and concerned advocate for my health, she'd be sorely mistaken.

Today she sent another e-mail to my mom, trying to convince her to talk to me again about the surgery. I assume that she thinks she's doing me and my mother a huge favor, since obviously I'm a child and my mother's an idiot who needs Sally's infinite wisdom to make a damn decision. I intercepted said e-mail and wrote her the following:

Did you intend for me to find out about the e-mail below? Well, it doesn't matter because I did. I will thank you to end your behind-my-back campaign to, what, get my mom to force me to have surgery?? My mother may not agree with my decisions, but she is required to respect them, and you are too. I don't appreciate being second-guessed and I certainly do not appreciate you trying to work up my mother on a matter that, for the time being, is settled.

I absolutely refuse to discuss this matter with you or anyone else, so please, no follow-ups.

Because Sally cannot follow directions and is far superior to me, I expect she will indeed follow up with me, at which point I will tell her to knock that shit off. Usually, these people can't be reasoned with. I'm sure my letter will be used against me to show the rest of the family what a rude and ungrateful person I turned out to be.

Posted by Zerd at June 21, 2007 05:55 PM