He had called me earlier today, for no real reason (a trait he apparently got from Mom) just to 'check on me'. The phone call lasted about 30 seconds, because he really had nothing to say. Now, keep in mind that I am not a phone-chitchat kind of person. If someone calls me with nothing to say, and they can't hold any kind of conversation, then I'm no fun to talk to. Thus, I don't get anything out of talking to Mom, or him. Anyway, after he got off the phone, he called me back a minute later, to tell me that, when I talk to Mom, I need to "at least act like I fuckin' care what she has to say".
What brought this on? She called me two days ago, strictly to say that she saw on the news that we got snow. Well, no shit, Mom, I can look out the window and see that. Anyway, she had nothing else to say, and I was working on something at the time, so I got off the phone pretty quick. Apparently, sometime between then and now, she talked to John and told him that I was short with her and acted like I didn't want to talk to her (which, since I was busy [which I told her] and she had nothing to say, is pretty much true)...and so he took it upon himself to call me back up and tell me how to be on the phone.
Well, that turned ugly pretty quickly, and degenerated into the angriest argument I've had with anyone in a long time, possibly ever. As soon as he got good and mad, he brought up the divorce, which pissed me off to a frightening degree, and I had to set him straight on a few stories that he felt were true and were in fact, his mother's opinions. Which segued into his attitude towards Dad, which got even uglier. I came very close to telling him not to all back, ever. Di says she was afraid that I was about to have a heart attack, and it seemed like I was having a hard time breathing. Truth be known, I could breathe just fine, I just didn't wanna stop long enough to do it.
Well, somewhere in the convo, either my cell or his cell dropped out, and it took a minute to notice and get him back on the phone. It's good that it happened, since it gave us both the necessary moment to calm down and speak rationally again, though he still didn't seem to get the point. Anyway, he got to wherever he was going, and so he got off the phone. I'm not sure anything was really all that resolved, but at least the call was over.
Dammit, he called just as Di was finishing dinner, so my food was starting to cool by the time I got to eat it, but luckily it was still delicious. It all just goes to show that I really am not a part of my blood family, and haven't been for a while. What they fail to see is that blood ties mean nothing to me. Just because you are related to someone doesn't give them the right to be jackasses...they have to earn and keep your respect just like anyone else. I count as my 'family' those people that I hold near and dear to me, for whatever reason, not someone who, by a random act of genetics, shares DNA with me. He cannot see the things I have against Mom, because he was too young to understand them...and, in the time-honoured tradition of those in their mid-20's, he thinks he knows everything.
I guess it runs in the family. Now, if I could just get someone to run OVER that family, I'd be happier.