I am kind of bunched up over here. One of my children did something really amazing, and garnered recognition for it, and I'd like very much to brag ALL OVER THE PLACE about that, but I don't know how comfortable I am anymore with talking about my kids at ALL given that it might interest The Narcissist. I don't usually look at Sitemeter, but today I did and it confirmed what I'd already suspected: her family is reading, and more of them than just the one who commented yesterday (no, I did not PUBLISH said comment, so don't bother looking).
Speaking of that comment, the more I think about it the more it PISSES ME OFF (cue Hotter going "well don't think about it then!" as if that solves anything) (seriously, has he MET me?). I don't know whether it speaks more to poor reading comprehension or mental illness that ANYONE could read this here blog and think I would have the means, much less the desire, to hop on a cross-country flight to wring my hands over the person who has caused me more grief and physical harm than any other (including my ex-husband, which is saying something). And while I am trying, REALLY trying, to see it as "they don't get it, they thought they were doing me a favor" rather than "THIS IS AN ACT OF MOTHERFUCKING WAR," I'm getting angrier and angrier about the whole thing. Because I can't really assign any good or benevolent motive to anyone who could come here and read about my life and think dropping a vaguely-worded mindfuck like this in my lap was an okay thing to do right now. I mean REALLY. The very least they could have done was say what KIND of sick, as the medical history of biological family is useful information, but no.
Five minutes of detective work on my part revealed that The Narcissist IS actually hospitalized and in the ICU, so about the nicest thing I can say is that the vaguely-worded mindfuck was not an outright lie.
I think I'm going to go outside and push the reel-mower (thank you, Jessica!) with Belleruth Naparstek on loop until I either keel over or am less full of The Rage. And then I'm going to suck it up, put on a happy face, and take my amazing kid out to celebrate his huge achievement with the P.F. Chang's gift card I've been saving for a rainy day. Because The Narcissist doesn't get to ruin so much as a single day for my children, no matter WHAT she goes and does.