rant

Ok other than the high school confessions below, I guess I have more I want to just get off my chest so I can sleep well tonight and not be thinking about it. I thought mom was being better about her not being a mom thing, but today I found that this is not the case. I wanted to talk to her about next weekend, as I am going home and wanted to have a clue of what is going on, so I called her multiple times throughout the day to find out. She has a friend of hers that she's known since high school visiting her this week, so I knew she probably wouldn't pick up the first time, but I figured she'd call me back within a couple of hours like she usually would when she was boning Jimbo. 10 p.m. rolled around and I still hadn't heard from her. What the hell? I tried calling my sister and she crankily told me she didn't know where she was (which I found out from mom later that she had spoken with her earlier that day), so that made me even more pissed off. When she finally DID call me tonight, I ignored her. If she wasn't going to bother giving me the time of day to answer her damn phone, I'd return the favor. Memories just came flooding back to me of this summer, when I invited mom out to Sheboygan to visit me, and even arranged for her to have car company and tried convincing her by pointing out the free room and board for the weekend. This was also not to mention seeing the daughter she hadn't seen in a month and a half; She said no. I'm sure she had a date with Jim that night and couldn't give up her precious 2 times a week of seeing him. Right now I'm to the point that it wouldn't surprise me if she set up a date for this coming weekend. Oh yeah that's right, for those of you who don't know yet, they're back together. He dumped her saying he didn't want to keep leading her on, what makes her think he's not doing so now? Either way, if she does disregard my rare home-visit and go on a date with him, I've decided that while she's on said date, I'll leave her a note simply saying "I went home" and leave for school again while she's gone. If that doesn't give her a clear, slap on the face kind of message, I don't know what will. God knows my cheek is permanently bruised.