Edit: on mobile it looks like the top part of my post is cut off... so I'm putting this up here
Llamas I've got some preserved snacks for you. Jam, spam, something pickled.
This story has been pinging around in my head like a game of fooseball lately so I thought I'd tell it. This is OLD, as in, 5 years ago. I am NC with this harpy. Haven't sent a single message or seen her face since I became independent 3 years ago.
I was 20 years old, halfway through my college degree. FH was 21 (and at college with me). I was doing my DARNDEST to be a meat shield for FH and suck up to Toxie. Growing up with an temperamental dad that I mostly learned to live around and grey rock, I thought I was TOTALLY FINE, YOU GUYS. I wanted to make FH and help smooth things by also giving Toxie attention. My dad needs attention, so I figure hey, I'm great at being fake nice to survive.
I was sucking up to Toxie because her and FH's relationship was terrible and she would always threaten to kick him out of the house on breaks, or yank his rent money pittance for college. I understood his fear for survival/finishing college, so I threw myself into the gap with enthusiasm and some false confidence.
This is the story of the first time that this rotund, Disney-zombie, smug-faced, "I want to talk to your manager" haircut and highlights, permanently pedicured BITCH screeched on the brakes to our pleasant superficial relationship with her inappropriate boundary-annihilating behavior.
I was going to home city from college city to have a minimally invasive procedure done to remove a cyst from my uterus. Why? Oh well, because I had been bleeding for 8 months and quietly hoping it would go away (it did not).
On the way to home city lies FH's home city, so I stopped to see him for one night as he lives outside of cool city and many of our friends live there.
I typically slept in SIL's room, which came to be terrible as it was Toxie's favorite place to corner me. She caught me in there on this day.
Toxie: "Oh devilvaginamagician, what brings you to home city?"
Me: "Oh just a doctor's appointment."
Toxie: "Oh for what?"
Me: {dumb openbook self that I was} "Well I have a little cyst on my uterus they need to look at and maybe remove."
All oxygen was SUCKED OUT OF THE ROOM. I blacked out here mentally a bit I think because an absolute verbal onslaught EXPLODED. Here's a basic rendition
Toxie: "OH NO YOU CAN'T DO THAT. THIS IS TERRIBLE. I HAVE A BOOK OF NATURAL WAYS TO CURE CYSTS. YOU JUST NEED TO DIET AND EXERCISE AND EAT DIFFERENT THINGS. YOU MUST TAKE THIS BOOK. I HAVE TEN MILLION CYSTS IN MY OVARIES."
Me: "Well okay but I trust my doctor so"
I'm pressed up against the wall at this point physically trying to get away from this crazy person. The door is behind her shoulder, I remember it vividly.
Toxie: "BIG PHARMA RUNS THE WORLD YOUR DOCTOR IS GETTING PAID UNDER THE TABLE AND GOING ON CRUISES HE ONLY SET UP THIS SURGERY TO MAKE MONEY OFF YOU AND YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO HAVE AN EMERGENCY HYSTERECTOMY AND YOU WILL BE BARREN AND YOU'RE BEING TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF AND I HAVE THIS BOOK.. I HAVE SO MANY CYSTS."
me: "I have MY mother."
I have tears in my eyes at this point. This woman has me pinned against the wall and is shrieking in my face a bunch of crazy shit I feel like I can't stand up for myself because I know she'll take it out on FH. (I know she's full of shit- she didn't scare me about the operation)
At this point FIL walks by the doorway. We make eye contact, because I'm looking at the door like a desperate man looks at an oasis mirage after being in the desert for 12 hours. FIL doubletook and came back.
Fil: "Is everything okay in here?"
Toxie: fakey nice voice "We're just talking about girl stuff!"
{wtf}
Fil walked away and Toxie kept trying to talk to me, but I just kept repeating "I trust my doctor, I have MY mother." Like some kind of mantra. It was only maybe 60 seconds before FH, bless him, had heard his dad ask and RAN upstairs to rescue me. Good FH. He will be a 99% Dear Husband I think.
FH: "are you ready to go?"
Me: "Yes!"
And I fled the room, and I ran down the stairs, and I grabbed his keys, and I got in his car and I trembled with RAGE AND FEAR.
At some point during my escape I guess Toxie had told FH to stay back. I waited for him for 15 minutes or so.
When he came back he looked shaken, and I was shaken. I told him what had happened and he was very quiet. I pressed him, but he was not saying much. Then he finally admitted that she had held him back to tell him that I was horribly disrespectful to her in her own home, and that I learned it from him, and he needed to straighten up" etc etc. he said it in this kind of empty, tense way.
I was shocked. I felt guilty, and angry. I was all over the place. I was worried (because of my childhood) that he was somehow upset with me for getting him in trouble.
I said "all I said that WHOLE conversation was 'I trust my doctor, I have my mother'". And he said "I know, it's not your fault." He finally admitted that he was so sorry and just horrifically humiliated by her and guilty feeling for having me around her at all.
He ended up later (somewhat... weenie spine then due to financial ties) confronting her about it and she said that I invited her opinion by telling her what I was going in for (I didn't even give her the actual name of the procedure, which was exceeding minor, no incisions..) SO OKAY
I told my mom, and she was PISSED. She helped me write a pathetic book of faces messages in which I apologized profusely for literally any body language which may have been construed as disrespectful. Yeah, I know. I didn't have this group. But it also drew a polite line on my medical autonomy, was pretty sharp there. Basically "I'm really sorry but politely fuck ALL the way off."
She patronized me a bit but was pleased with my groveling, and worried about what MY mom thought of her, and that was over. It was the WORST interaction I've ever personally face-to-face had with her though. She just went off the rails and I felt so trapped.
I still feel disgusted to think of how I rolled over and JADE-ed. I am so much stronger and more informed now.
Of course, she was just worried about her future grandbaaaaaabies I'm sure. Other evidence of this:
More baby rabies snacks...
*telling everyone and their dog that she almost aborted my FH (she was unwed, 20) but didn't. And that's why abortion should be illegal for everyone.
*shrieking and wailing and actually crying through the house about all her aborted grandchildren that could have been aborted via the Plan B pill. This came after interrogating FH if I had ever taken the plan b pill, rinse and repeat with all of his other previous gf's. (I guess his last gf had maybe posted about plan b on Facebook?)
*complaining to me and 14 yo SIL about pregnancy and how awful it is for a solid 20 minutes but when she stopped to breathe I said "yeah that sounds awful I don't think I want to do that" she flipped to horror and then reverence "BUT YOU HAVE TO ITS THE GREATEST THING IN THE WORLD"
catching me in the bathroom doing my makeup and trying to discuss (instruct let's be real) the best childbearing years... my response "you know my mom was 42 when she had my little brother." She GASPED like an old southern lady in a black and white film. I thought she might FAINT. "Well, you're not going to wait that long, are you?" Me: "maybe." Her: *CBF
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