Mothers…..

I dunno what to do.

I don’t know why I sit there and take most of the stuff Daniel’s mom dishes out to me.   The only reason she does it, is because she knows that I won’t say anything to disrespect her in her own house.  So, most of the time I am quiet.  Maybe I need to start being more aggressive and tell her what I really think.

She is a terrible woman and I never thought I would say something like that about anyone.   I never thought I would hate the mother of the person I was with but I hate her with a passion.  I guess it’s true about the mother- in – law thing.  She is rude, offensive and straight out hateful and ignorant.

Anyone who knows me, knows that I don’t have many friends but the friends I do have are all over the spectrum of color. I love everyone no matter what race they are.  Period.  But this one has told me that I should be friends with Asians because they smell funny and eat dog.  WTF?!  I mean does she hear herself and understand how stupid she is?  She says Asians are bad and all black women are bitches, but I am different.  WHAT?!  Just to hear that racism that comes out of her mouth hurts my soul and makes me wonder why the world and some people in it are so messed up.

On another note, the other day, she asked me what I plan to do when I have a child.  I asked her what she meant and she explained that when I have a child, she wanted to know what race I planned on putting down on the birth certificate.  I explained to her that I would hope I could put down mixed race as that is what my child would be, and I don’t want to deny my child any part of itself.  She just looked at me and told me that she hoped I put down white, because if I put down anything else, people would think I was going to give the child some ghetto name and the child would never be treated right in society.  Are you kidding me?

Also, just last week, she called me fat.  To my face.  she said she thought she was fat because she has gotten up to 107lbs.  The woman is 50 years old and looks horrible.  You can see every bone in her body.  I told her that if she thought that was fat, I would hate to know what she thought about me.  Just at that moment she started to say,” well I think you are a little ove..” and that is when Daniel jumped in and told her to just stop.  One of the few occasions where he actually stuck up for me or just wanted his mom to shut the hell up.   Those come very few and far between if ever.

I just never thought that when I grew up, I would be subjected to all of this.  I mean I wasn’t wearing Rose colored glasses or anything, but I never thought I would have someone who would attack my character, my friends, my religion, etc on a daily.