I miss my dad. With the recent fiasco between me and my brother’s fiancee, who said she could not personally come to give me an invitation to her wedding because, according to my mom, her foot hurts. Oh, wait, no, now it’s her arm? Oh, wait, was it her stomach? Anyway, enough was enough. Their wedding is two months away, and I had to call my mom about it to give her a piece of my mind.
Mimi: I live five minutes away from you…by foot. If I was living in Iceland, or something, then it would make perfect sense, and I would not be holding that against her. And how did she get to your house anyway? Doesn’t she have to drive there? I’d hate to think of all the pressure she’s putting on her poor, swollen feet, so swollen that she cannot make her way down the block to my house to hand me an invitation.
Mimi Mama: You so mean, I afraid you might do something to her.
Mimi (in an exaggerated Valley Girl tone): Yes, poor, sweet girl. All 140 pounds of her might come here, and, like, get her hair yanked by my skinny little fingers, and even though I’m, like, only 98 pounds, I will somehow wrestle with her and come out the victor, and I will somehow manage to shove her out the door and onto my lawn, and she will accidentally bump her head against a lawn gnome on her way down…
Mimi Mama: See? I told you so.
Mimi groans in frustration.
I broke things off with the last guy I was seeing because he was her friend, and she was unhappy with seeing us together, and it was making him feel miserable to be shunned by everyone because of his association with me. And because I’m a freaking saint, or seriously stupid, I bade him farewell, and now he’s happy, and she’s happy, and I’m at least – if not happy – then moderately satisfied that they’re all happy.
After that conversation, though, I avoided that side of my family like the plague. My sister and friends think I’m punishing myself, that I should just tell everyone what’s she’s done to me and set matters straight. But I don’t think that helps. I’m not cut-out for all that juvenile crap. Never was, never will be. She’s going to marry my brother in two months, anyway. Plus she really is very sweet to everyone else. Who am I to pull the carpet from beneath her feet? (Though I do relish the idea of standing up and shouting, “I object!” when the guy doing the wedding vows asks if anyone has any objections.)
But I do miss my dad. The poor man was forced to call me the other day, in secret, in the driveway, behind his parked boat, lol. I still remember the day I almost killed us both, like it was yesterday.
The year is 2003 and it is late afternoon at a parking lot of a community college. Mimi Papa is in the passengers seat showing 17 year old Mimi, who is at the steering wheels, how to work the gas pedal.
Mimi Papa: OK, just put you foot down on it gent-a-ree (gently).
Mimi: Like that?
Mimi Papa: Yeah, OK, good. Now…
Mimi Papa suddenly throws his hands in the air and shouts: P- POLICE!
Mimi’s right foot accidentally goes heavy on the gas pedal instead of the breaks, maneuvering the car over the curvy premonitory of grass dividing the sidewalk and parking lot, onto the sidewalk, and manages to wrestle her foot onto the brakes just in time to stop it from crashing into a palm tree.
Mimi: Piece of craaaaaap!
Mimi Papa (dropping his arms and slowly, then pats himself, as if to ascertain that he is still alive): Good thing I teach you how use brake first.
Lesson learned: Mimi Papa’s insane fear of the cops leads to car almost hitting tree, leads to cop car pulling up to check IDs, then said cop eyeing the IDs suspiciously, and then finally letting them go with a-
Suspicious Cop: You need to learn the mechanics of your car before getting behind the wheel.
Mimi: Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. We’re sorry, sir.
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Sorry about your family drama. It can be very stressful (mentally and physically.) I had a sister in law that was shady as hell… luckily they got divorced many years later (although they have kids that will keep them in contact until the kids are older.) I find it strange that people would take her side, when she didn’t even give you an invitation. If she would have given you one, (she would have looked like the good one… well, the bigger one.) And when you refused to go, (you would have looked like the bad one… the one holding a grudge.) But she didn’t even get to that part, yet people find it ok to exclude an immediate family member? Whatever, don’t sweat it, it’s okay, cause they probably wont last anyways. Ha, j/k… sort of, what is it now, 50% of marriages don’t even last in the U.S. And as for your mom, she may like her now, but believe me, that will change when she becomes family. This girl may put on a good face, but, bits of her real personality will poke through. And little things will start to grate on your mom’s nerves, and she’ll be knocked down a few pegs in your mom’s eyes. You’ll see. But that too is actually natural. Or (you might actually be surprised) and become friends with her when they have kids (putting things aside for a niece or nephew.) Things tend to play out in odd ways. But regardless, try not to let it get to you and think of it as their problem and… hang out with co- workers, enjoy hobbies, and maybe try to meet new people who are not in the same circle of friends (easier said than done), set goals for yourself (whatever it may be…. This always keeps me busy.) Of course, eventually it will come to head, and you will probably speak your mind about it in the future, but, this is more about keeping your life and stress balanced… and it helps if you keep to the state of mind (their problem, not mine.)
Hope this helps a little, and it doesn’t come off as preachy.
Side note: Thanks for putting out these projects, I’ve enjoyed many of the stories
Hi, Mimi!!!
I’m not english speaker, but I will try write.
OMG! You are a such cold blooded person!!!
If was I, I make a drama queen for sure.
Thankfully, other more reasonable people wrote in to you.
And… you history with your dad broke my heart.
You write very well. Have you thought about being a writer?
Kissus
ah family drama, who doesn’t love that huh *insert sarcasm*
Thank you staff for the hard work as usual – the releases are keeping me sane at the moment
LOOOOOOOVE-FEST!!!!!
Thank you for the releases. The story about your dad teaching you how to drive reminded me of when my dad tried to teach me. It was in an open, graveled parking lot. He was patient but I was so highstrung-nervous over the ordeal that I knew I’d put my dad through the wringer. I called it quits after the 2nd lesson and I never did learn how to drive after that *hangs head shamefully*
I want to join the hate-fest regarding your soon-to-be sister-in-law too. We’re on your side, Mimi! What the deal is this chick’s problem? For the inane reason of her hurting foot-arm-stomach alone, I want to backhand-kick hick-box her ears. Passive-aggressive BS much?
Anyhoot, before my angry Chicagoan accent threatens to come out, I’m going to sooth myself with 3AM and Principal.
You should sooth yourself with a steaming mug of hot cocoa: take 2 TBSP cocoa powder, 1TBSP brown sugar, 2TBSP cream and make a paste. Add 1/2 cup hot milk (or treat yourself and use half & half). It’s rich and decadent.
MAN, I LOVE YOU GUYS. All of you guys. No shiznits.
I was seriously having a crappy day, but this totally blew all my sadness out of the water.
Can I just say I love your humor? Your 17 self had weird priorities when you nearly hit that palm tree ^w^ Your dad had it right but checking himself but you were like blaming the damn machine for it like omgf I could imagine your voice yelling that when it happened xD You know, I’m glad you can get all those problems off our chest with the community, we can support you! Your waaaay too awesome to be treated like that :c I can see readers have said all I wanted for your situation but I’ll just add to say: you can totally take that bitch down in a fight, hands down.
Aaah more releases :3 3 A.M danger zone hooked me at that shocking plot twist @.@ SH team really have excellent reading choices ^o^ Stay lovely!
First, THANKS FOR THE 3AM YEAHHH THAT’S A SPICY MEATBALL ლ(´ڡ`ლ)
Second, WHAT THE FXXX? I don’t know what your history is with this bitch but WHAT THE FXXXSDFJSDJF “I broke things off with the last guy I was seeing because he was her friend, and she was unhappy with seeing us together, and it was making him feel miserable to be shunned by everyone because of his association with me.” SERIOUSLY WHAT??? ARGH SORRY I don’t want to bring attention to something you probably don’t want to really think about but I AM SO MAD ABOUT THIS AHHHH!!!! Seriously I would have punched her even though I probably have the punching strength of a toddler
You should object. Cue a film reel of all the crazy shit this crazy bitch has done. Ugh sorry I do think that it’s best to just pretend as if nothing has happened because obviously she’s trying to get a rise out of you, and even though it’s fully within your rights to cold cock her and stuff her in a garbage bin to send to Taiwan and I can only imagine how you must be feeling so it’s a lot easier said than done, but she “wins” if you’re affected. :<
I'm now tempted to go back and read more about this but I'm afraid I might rage myself into the sun
I got so mad I forgot to touch on a couple things: I’m sorry that you’re going to have to (potentially) deal with this crazy dickhead for the rest of your life, unless you aren’t particularly close with your brother/don’t see him a lot? I’m also sorry your mom is, for some reason, taking her side… I’d probably be so hurt just by that I WOULD move to Iceland and cut off all ties.
I also don’t know the story with your dad so I’m not sure why he had to call you in secret but he sounds like an awesome guy. ;A; Though I’m sure the event was terrifying it’s pretty hilarious (well, since it ended without horrible death)
Maybe I’ll sound nonchalant or overly-accepting, but don’t you think you should just give up the fight for the acceptance/attention/whatever-it-is in your family? At least for the time being (once they settled with the wedding and all, everything will go back to normal, in my opinion). I’m not accusing you of being an attention-whore, Mims (you rock, babe!:)). But let them go FUnK themselves! Don’t bring up the incident with the invite to the ceremony, just greet everyone as usual (even greet and talk to THE GAL in question- that will show everyone that you are accepting and kind. And invite HER to YOUR (future but extremely possible, as I said, You- rock!) wedding (come on, sweet, you can do it! You’re worth a million Chopard necklaces) – YOU will be superior to them this way (I’m manipulative in a way. Or two.)). Of course, I’m not in the place to tell you what to do (I don’t even have such family dramas- there is only my Mum left and a few distant relatives whom I don’t bother with at all), but I suggest to be over it- which will help you prevent depression and stressing out when unnecessary. Cheers, babe!
Love the releases!
Oh, don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t have made the phone call if word hadn’t got back to my mom that I was refusing an invitation. How could I refuse something I never got? That was the precursor phone call to the one posted above. Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything drastic, or be a total drama queen and go around scrunching my eyebrows at her. I don’t think I have it in me to make someone else feel as miserable as they’ve made me.
But, yeah, no, I don’t think you’re overly-accepting, but I’m telling you, it’s freaking difficult “giving up the fight” for “whatever it is.” I’m not sure if it’s acceptance or attention. I think I just hate it when people have the wrong idea about me, especially my mom. She and I were just learning to get along, and then bam! Something comes up and knocks down all that progress. It sucks. The other BUT is that I needed to vent. Because the bottom line is, despite all the ugly drama between me and his fiancee, if this brother who’s getting married had just grown a pair and delayed passing out the engagement party invites until after his other younger brother, who was in the mental hospital at the time, had some time to recover, things may have turned out differently. I need to let it go, and I totally get that. I just have this crazy knack for internalizing crap until I get all soggy with depression.
Thank you so much for the releases, your team is amazing! I love DANGER ZONE!
I think you have a healthy way of dealing with that unfortunate situation you’re in with your brother’s fiance; you’re venting, and putting the negative situation in a somewhat humorous light. I also loved the story about learning to drive with your father; my personal experience learning wasn’t nearly as eventful but it was super stressful with a grumpy dad who just could not be pleased.
Thanks for sharing, and keep up the good work! Hope things with your family turn out better! D:
P.S. The Asian-style broken English killed me, gent-a-ree!
Thank you for the releases. 3AM has got me hooked.
I don’t know which is worse, almost ramming into a palm tree or running over two female Jehovah’s Witnesses (my memory is a bit hazy, but hey, black/white, and a bible in their arms). My dad wasn’t nearly as calm as yours. The car was in reverse in my case, and I happened to step on the gas. Another time, I scratched the side of my car along a light pole trying to be cool driving backwards. -.-
I’m really sorry for what I’ve read in this post. Really…my family is a disaster, and I hate a part of it since what they have done in the past to my granny, but they aren’t my parents, they aren’t brothers and waste your relationship with them it’s a pity, especially for a bitch. My parents don’t understand me and I bless the day they’ve decided to not give me brothers, so I can’t understand you but I can try. A wedding could be the right thing to fix problems in a family since it is the celebration of love but what make me feel very sad is your brother’s attitude.
It may seem a cliché to say this but as a professional black sheep of my family I can tell you that the only way to heal the wounds is to tell them how you feel.Let the embers smoldering under the ashes it will burst one day or the other a fire.
The only thing I can tell you from my experience is that a family is not what biologically belongs to us by birth but the place where we feel at home, the place where we feel accepted and loved regardless of all, the place that you build day after day. The bond of blood is a very small thing indeed it may be more a curse: my father never accepted me and my mother never loved me,I’ve hated them for it but nevertheless I cannot stop loving them, but this is not a real family and never will be, and I hope one day not too far away to find my place in the world and build my real family away from here.Probably all these words are only words and things in reality are very different to manage,but I hope that at least I have helped you to understand that you are not the only and that you are not alone.
Thank you, I do understand what you’re trying to say. Sometimes we have to look elsewhere for our “families”, especially when the pool of our blood ties are poisoned by lack of love and affection. But for now, I really don’t want to say anything. They actually didn’t tell me about the wedding. Originally, I knew about it by way of idle chit-chat from mutual friends, who “accidentally” told me they were getting married in two months, and didn’t I know? I had to tell these people, “I’m sorry, but no one told me anything…” I think that I’m in a very vulnerable stage right now, and that I may say something wrong if I try to talk to them now. Better to hold off until I have steeled myself for it, and better if I don’t start off by blaming them for this and that.
Still, I really do appreciate you sharing a bit of your personal history with me, even though I know it must be painful to think about. I feel somewhat better knowing that I’m not the only one going through something like this. Fortunately for me, I moved out when I was 19.
Study hard in your medical school, Yuuka-chan. Don’t forget to give as much love to people around you who do love you, or if there isn’t anyone, then wait to share it with the person who will in the future. I know I sound cheesy, but I think I’ve earned some time for being a little embarrassing today, right? 🙂
You can count on it, in fact I’m studying like a desperate, and I hope one day not too far away to become good in my profession, but above all to be able to help people who will turn to me.
However, it is always a pleasure to talk with you and share a piece of our lives, it is amazing to think how people geographically distant are substantially closer in many other aspects decidedly less concrete.
I just hope that one day we will be able to pick up some shards, throw them directly into the bucket … and then we can pull out, a bit like a magician with a rabbit in the cylinder, a good dose of serenity.