Le maudit Mo D.

this ain't medieval europe!

My mother got home from her court bullshit today to discover that my older half-brother, her former stepson who is actually four years her senior, had left her a message. It seems that Older Bro's favorite steakhouse is but a mile from my mother's new home in the 'Mar and that he'd love to take my mom there for dinner next week, if she's available.

A few things about Older Bro. I never mention him because he's not worth mentioning. He made it abundantly clear that he didn't care for the fact that I was born and has spent the last thirty-one years ignoring me. He's rather pleasant to me now as an adult, but when I was a kid, forget it. I have heard from my paternal cousins that he refers to me as "The Daughter." The last time we spoke, he referred to Bob as "the gentleman I hang out with." So I guess in his mind, I am not worthy of a name or a husband. Thanks, dude.

Now that my mom's free of the loser stepdad, Older Bro's interest has piqued and he appears to be coming a-courtin'. This is the third or fourth call that Older Bro has made to my mom since the step-dumping and my mother and I are both curious as hell to see where he's going with all this. Is he trying to get in my mom's pants? Because if he is, indeed, trying to get with the woman who was married to his father for twelve years and bore his child, that's a little oogy. I don't care if they are the same age and Dad's dead: yuck! She's assured me she is not interested and questions his ability to utilize his equipment due to age and medical reasons.

Of course, he's the same age now as my father was when I came along, so perhaps she's wrong about that diagnosis. Still, dating your ex-stepmom poses moral quandaries that we'd rather not ponder. My mother is not above a free steak and an evening of Hollywood gossip, though, so she's taking him up on the dinner offer!

More as this develops!