<p>OK, this is the “say it hear” and get it off your chest, with the folks you encounter who seem like they’re from another planet. This started with a bridezilla thread and we didn’t want to hijack.</p>
<p>I guess I’ll start.
I have a loved one who started texting me when I was away on a business trip about someone (only 1st name given) who was dying, only listing their first name (which happens to be the same name as a dear & close relative) and not telling me anything else. He was sending these texts to my business cell phone which I had left behind with an associate. The associate was freaking out and called me to tell me and forward the texts because she felt they were very important. I was very worried and concerned because I couldn’t figure out who the texts were about and every time I got them, due to the time differences, it was not a good time to contact the sender who was in a time zone 6 hours earlier than me on the East Coast. I finally got a text at 2am East Coast time that the individual had died. Days later, on my flight back to HI, I happened to sit next to a stranger who mentioned in conversation that someone she sat on a board with had recently died–it was the person in the texts and finally resolved the mystery. It certainly added some high drama to my business trip, as I am not particularly close to the deceased, tho I was sad to hear of his death.</p>
<p>This is not the first time that loved one has send all sorts of high drama messages–texts and emails, only the 1st time it happened when I was fuzzy from being 6 time zones away on a prolonged business trip. <sigh></sigh></p>
<p>This is the same loved one that caled 1st thing on a Sunday morning, saying I needed to fetch AAA immediately because someone had “wrapped himself around a pole with his car.” As I defogged & called back for more details so I could be there when I made the call to AAA, it turned out that the situation was already in hand so I didn’t need to get to the scene, tho by then I had been shocked wide awake!</p>
<p>Had my S hold his grandpa’s hand to be sure they both got back to & from the store while we were in the mall parking lot with the baby in the carseat. (S was hoped to subtly help keep grandpa from wandering more than anything else.) We saw S wandering the parking lot alone, saying that grandpa told him to go back to the car through the crowded mall parking lot by himself at 3 years old! That was the last time S was left alone with grandpa!</p>
<p>Am cut/pasting these from my posts in the bridezilla wedding thread:</p>
<p>A cousin’s wife asked me to make a “reservation” with the funeral home when my mother was dying so it wouldn’t interfere with her daughter’s event that was scheduled for that upcoming weekend
Her in-laws, my aunt/uncle (mo’s bro and wife), were flying up from the south for their granddaughter’s event in the DC area, and was trying to figure out their flights to NY for the anticipated funeral without missing their granddaughter’s event (my mom had been in the hospital for 5 weeks at that point and had had 3 surgeries). Sad part-- I DID call the funeral home to see what times were available. They thought I was a bit tetched, probably. And of course… those cousins (who lived in the DC area at that time) didn’t come up for my mother’s funeral.</p>
<p>Then that same cousin and wife (who had moved from the DC area to NYC) didnt bother to show up at my dad’s funeral this year (a 20 minute trainride away) but called to ask when “dinner” was that night (were sitting shivah) and then called and asked ME to pick them up at the train station (when I had a house full of mourners/guests). My DH actually went to get them !!! When they showed up, after stuffing their faces, she asked if she could have a silver antique that was in my parents living room, claiming she collected them! I let her have the item, because in the long run, I can sleep at night and she would have thought I was the one being selfish!</p>
<p>I hope mimk6 posts hers over here too. It was a doozie!</p>
<p>I’ll add another one about Niecezilla. When she was about 6 I was pregnant with my second child and took niece, toddler and nephew (age 9) to an amusement park with my husband. It was about 100 degrees that day and we sat on a bench while my husband got us drinks. It was crowded, so it took almost an hour and we were all suffering from the heat and thirst. Hubby came back with a little caddy containing cups of orange juice slushy stuff. Lays it down on the bench so we could each take one when out of nowhere niece kicked over the entire caddy, spilling every drop, screaming “I wanted soda.” I literally cried.</p>
<p>My sister, about 30 at the time, insisted that my mother call her every day at 7 a.m. to make sure she didn’t oversleep for work. Come to find out that my sister is in charge of calling her father-in-law every morning at 5:30 to make sure HE doesn’t oversleep. Can someone explain to me why she can be in charge of her FIL but can’t be in charge of herself?</p>
<p>zoosermom…your husband sounds so sweet…waiting an hour for slushy orange drinks. Expensive at amusement parks too! I hope you marched her over to the nearest water fountain and let her enjoy a nice cold drink! I’ll bet she would remember that for next time! (of course if it were me, the next time would have been courtesy of someone else!!)</p>
You know, I didn’t do a darn thing. I’m very guilty in letting the little monster get away with murder, too. I wanted to be the cool aunt. See how that worked out for me.</p>
<p>zmom, if only. She just wanted to know that for one brief, glorious moment each day she could still get her mom to do whatever she wants her to do. :rolleyes:</p>
<p>Okay, this was posted on another thread and I was asked to repost it here.</p>
<p>My mother-in-law scheduled her daughter’s wedding three days after my due date – I got pregnant before she got engaged – and then spent months asking me if my doctor had changed my due date yet. When I showed up at the rehearsal dinner, a day or two after the due date and miserably big as a house, she said, “I’m so glad you’re here” and, believe me, I seriously fantasized about throwing my drink in her face. The day after the wedding, which I made it to, she called and told us it had better be a girl (we didn’t know what we were having) because she was leaving for a six-week cruise at the end of the week and wouldn’t be able to make the bris if it was a boy. </p>
<p>I had a girl. My first child was a boy, this was her second grandchild, first granddaughter. My hospital roommate had given birth to the first girl in generations and her side of the room was like a floral shop. My MIL arrived to visit her first granddaughter (and she had just thrown a very expensive wedding) bearing flowers from the reception, now four days old. She said, “Do these look familiar?” She also brought a golf ball for my two-year-old, presumably so he could break a window or his sister’s skull. After she left, I dumped everything in the trash. She made one more appearance before her cruise. She came to our house, looked at the dirty dishes in the sink and then launched into a long story about how her mother never came over without cleaning the whole place, knowing I no longer had a mother to help. Then she said, “But, that’s not me.” and flounced out to her cruise. I burst into postpartum tears.</p>
<p>“I hope you marched her over to the nearest water fountain and let her enjoy a nice cold drink!”</p>
<p>I think an abrupt end to the amusement park trip would be my choice. One adult takes the well-behaved children on rides; the 6-year-old sits with the other adult in a boring shady spot all day.</p>
<p>My story: my sister’s wedding was a tiny ceremony followed by lunch in a private room in a restaurant in Manhattan. They were on an extremely tight budget (like $200 wedding dress type budget). Immediate family only, plus the groom’s best man/business partner, about 15 people total. When he heard about the tiny wedding, the groom’s Uncle Rude began throwing a fit that he and his wife ought to be invited, even though no other uncles, aunts, or cousins on either side were included. Uncle Rude repeatedly called his sister-in-law, the groom’s mother, to berate her about disrespecting her late husband by failing to invite the uncle, etc. A people pleaser, she begged her son several times to invite Uncle & Aunt Rude to placate them. Groom finally consented to invite them, whereupon Uncle Rude continued his harassing phone calls on the new topic of inviting his son and son’s family as well. This time, the groom puts his foot down and says absolutely not, no more guests. Uncle Rude then begins calling groom & groom’s mother to complain about the fact that the wedding was at a non-kosher venue, and to demand that sealed kosher lunches for them be brought in from a specific kosher caterer. Groom agrees to do this, which turns out to cost three times more than the regular meals because the restaurant charges for bringing in outside food. Everyone thinks the matter is settled at last.</p>
<p>On the day of the wedding, Uncle & Aunt Rude are late. Given the minuscule and informal ceremony in the little private room, we all wait for them. 45 minutes pass. Finally the judge says she has to leave because she has Knicks tickets, so we start the ceremony 45 minutes late. Uncle & Aunt Rude barge in as the documents are being signed at the end of the ceremony, a full hour late. They make no reference to being late or interrupting the ceremony, much less do they apologize. They have lived in New York City their entire lives and know their way around. It was obviously deliberate. </p>
<p>Watching my sister deal with this kind of drama over a 15-person lunch made me think seriously about eloping to Vegas if I ever get married.</p>
I literally LOLed.</p>