Matriarch

Psycho AKA Mr Ego takes a backseat for the time being.  All he has done lately is get himself in the paper once more, courtesy of a bus breaking down near his shop.  Yes, our local newspaper will report on buses breaking down.  There was an article about a man being cross about head lice once.  In fact, that was front page news!  I love this place. 

Anyway, I’m wanting to talk about Matriarch, The Ex’s mother.  She is undoubtedly from a different time, and lacks tact and any kind of social decency in my opinion.  Maybe I’m just easily offended and completely intolerant.  But there we go.  Tolerance is certainly something that’s passed Matriarch by.  Her son (my ex) is diagnosed with Asperger’s Syndrome (I’m not actually convinced that he has it, and I have done extensive reading up on the subject.  More than Matriarch I’d wager) and she writes him off as a no hoper.  Any support?  No.  But she made sure she got his benefits.  Hmm.  Caring.  And why is he so useless I wonder?  Seriously, if he has Asperger’s, so does his brother Psycho, and Matriarch.  The three of them seem to have the exact same social deficiency.  In my admittedly uneducated opinion.  But he was diagnosed very young, and told it was only a very mild case.  Hmm.

Anyway, Matriarch has annoyed me this week by her choice of Easter present for The Toddler.  A sweet jar, so I can buy loads of sweets and chocolate with which to bribe her, and keep it all in one place, that The Toddler shall be well aware of.  Well, I try to limit what sweet things The Toddler gets on account of not wanting her to become overweight, or for her her teeth to drop out (for the wrong reasons).  Her cousin had most of her baby teeth pulled out by the dentist and I’m not buying whatever random thing it was The Ex said about that.  I’d seen the teeth for myself.  At the age of three, they were black.  And The Ex’s teeth aren’t pretty.  None of them have pretty teeth to be honest.  Not big on the brushing you see.  Eugh.  Anyway, getting back on track, another point is that I try not to bribe her.  I’m no angle, and confess that on occasion I have.  Never with chocolate or sweets mind.  I use sticker charts.  And I prefer to call it rewarding good behaviour.  I may also take advantage of prearranged visits to my parents’ house.  Hmm.  I have no need for a sweet jar.  The Toddler has no need for a sweet jar.  Is it really too difficult to actually ask what we might want/find useful?  I thought getting presents was about giving to others?  Ok, as a kid it’s about getting.  But The Family really have no idea.  And it all stems from Matriarch.  This sort of thing is a result of nurture not nature.  Hopeless.  And at least it’s a while before Easter.  Who knows what may happen in the meantime.

But seriously, woe betide anyone who does not think like Matriarch.  Of course, it’s the rest of us who are at fault.  She’s blameless.  Apparently.  Oh yes, dare raise your voice to her and the rest of The Family will come down on you like a ton of bricks.  Who cares what the row was about.  You do not upset Matriarch!