And My Family Wonders Why I Avoid Them

It's rare that my family really pisses me off. I'm usually just annoyed by them. They are domestic, boring, old and stale. I can't say I'm much different but at least I'm doing what I want to do and am happy doing it.

So today I'm trying to finish off the errands that I blew off yesterday like getting car inspected and other things that cost money. My sister sent me a text,"Call mom when you can." Fuck, this can't be good. I reply,"Ugh, you know I hate talking on phone. What's she want?" "She just wants to talk." Fine. I knew something was up.

I'm half way home when my cell phone rings. "Shit, if that's mom, I'm going be pissed off." Surprise. It wasn't. That's another story.

I get home and call Mom. Just as I suspected something was up. My Mom asked me to go to her house in November to help my brother work on it. I look at my work schedule and football schedules and tell her off the bat that I can't. I have a football game to attend that weekend. She gets upset with me and tells me how my brother made time to do this for her and why can't I? I want to say I'm sorry but I don't. I say that I'm not not changing my plans.

I love my mother but I've learned a few things over the years. One is that she is a very selfish person. The world revolves around her and when her three children don't bow to her wishes she gets upset. I've seen her get angry at my sister for not raising my nephews the way my mom thinks they should. Most my relatives revere my mother...she's a saint in many relatives' eyes. To me she's mom, human faults and all.

What my mom fails to realize is I set aside eight Sundays a year for my local NFL team's home games. Eight, no more, no less. I'm flexible on the eight road games. I've bought and paid for my eight home game tickets. I plan my vacation days around those games. They are sacred, hard worked for days of bliss and enjoyment for me. Growing up, working my way through college and working my way to the point where I could afford them, I always dreamed of being an NFL season ticket holder. I am now. I don't give that up lightly.

My mother gets upset and tells me my brother, who is retired, makes time for her so why can't I. The old guilt trip try. She knows the last time that worked on me was 1998. Again I don't apologize. If she could see me over the phone she'd see me shrug my shoulders.

Here's what gets me. With a retired brother and mother who the world revolves around, they can do whatever the fuck they want when ever they want. I, on the other hand, have such trivial things like a job, dates, friends and taking care of things a working single man has to.

After the whole conversation with my mother, I sent my sister a text,"Thanks for the ambush. Was mom upset?" Not a peep. Not a reply. So now I'm pissed at three people. My mom for assume I'd drop everything for her. My brother for just making plans and not trying to coordinate with me when I can go help him at mom's house. Now my sister for ambushing me to call mom and then not having the guts to reply to me when I ask her a question. My sister set me up and she new it. Very chicken shit of her.

So it's just another reason why I don't visit, call or give a fuck...I do what I want do whenever I want...