It’s been a long time since I’ve posted. Christmas has come and gone, and we’ve entered 2008. As holidays go, ours were…interesting. It all started with a voicemail message that my boyfriend received about a week before Christmas. His mother, who seriously has the maturity level of a 15 year-old girl, announced that she had gotten together with her loser, pot-smoking ex-boyfriend. Not only had she gotten back together with him, but he was living at her place. She advised her son not to come over for Christmas. You see, three years ago, my boyfriend’s mother had come crying to him, telling him that this guy was abusing her, spending all her money on drugs, and smoking pot in front of his then 13 year-old sister. She had thrown him out of the house, but now she was penniless and had no food. My boyfriend flew over to her house and bought her food and fixed the cars that her boyfriend had broken. Then, on Christmas Day, this guy showed up at the house, welcomed and invited by his mom. My boyfriend felt used and betrayed, and they all got in a huge fight. It ended with a complete break in the relationship, and my boyfriend didn’t see his mom for about 18 months.
When he finally felt comfortable seeing her again, long after she had broken up with this loser, he told her that if she ever got back together with him, he would cut her off again. He told her that if we had children, she would never see them. So, when he got this call, he was understandably upset. She basically chose this guy over her own son, a son that has gone out of his way to help her his entire life. He called her back, and when she didn’t pick up, he said that I was pregnant and told her to have a nice life. Of course, that isn’t true, and he regretted it right away, but it was a knee jerk reaction. We just didn’t expect the fallout that has occurred.
We spent Christmas with my family, and we actually had a good time. Two days later, we received a card from his mom. We thought it was just a Christmas card, but it was actually a “congrats on being pregnant” card. We were amazed that she believed what he said, considering his tone and the fact that no one even called us back to confirm that it was true. Anyway, when I got my very first pregnancy congratulations card because of a fake pregnancy (not a good feeling), I convinced my boyfriend to e-mail his mother and confess that it was untrue. He did, but also said that if he was being manipulative, it was only in response to her years of manipulation. We thought that was the end of the whole affair. It wasn’t.
On New Year’s Eve, my boyfriend got an e-mail from his brother, in which he launched an all-out personal attack on him. He wrote that the entire family thought he was insane (seriously) and that what he did was the most evil thing imaginable. He was incredibly mean, while also telling him that he should come back to the family. This is the whole reason he left in the first place! Why in hell would he want to continue to be around these mean-spirited people, who think that he’s just crazy? My boyfriend responded, and didn’t attack back, but got very sarcastic with him. At this point, it was about 1 a.m….2008 was one hour old, and we were spending it forming a response to this unexpected, pathetic, and yet devastating attack. I finally went to sleep at 5 a.m., but an hour later, my boyfriend woke me up saying that his brother had responded. This second e-mail was just as hateful as the first. My boyfriend typed out a long response, but didn’t send it. He was emotionally drained at this point and asked me to call my parents.
My boyfriend deeply respects my parents, especially my dad. My parents think of him as a son and are anxiously awaiting the day we finally announce that we are getting married. My family is my boyfriend’s best support system. So, I called my dad (my boyfriend was too emotional) just to get some advice about how to handle this. This is what my dad had to say: his brother is jealous (true – he always has been), his mother is immature (obvious), and the best way to handle this is to ignore it. Eventually, they’ll lose steam and stop their attacks. This is the course we are taking. We have both put filters on our e-mail accounts to block any messages from his brother and his mom. We won’t respond to the last attack. And soon, my boyfriend’s pain will ease and he’ll find support in those around him who really love him, like my parents, my brothers, and even my nephew who knows him as “Uncle”.
We spend New Year’s Day (well, after our 4-hour nap in the afternoon) and the day after at my parents’ house. They made sure that my boyfriend knew that they not only supported him, but thought that he was really just a fantastic person. Since then, we’ve tried to put it out of our minds and concentrate on the fact that school is starting again this coming Monday. We’ll soon be in the midst of books, papers, and tests, and my boyfriend won’t have the time, or even the inclination, to dwell on his miserable family. We just don’t have the time for their drama.
So, that’s what’s been happening in my life. I’m sure that none of you envy it! School starts in just a few days, and soon I’ll be back to complaining about my teachers and my homework. It will honestly be a relief to get out of our heads and to have a purpose to each day. I hope that 2008 proves to be better than that first day was.