This time, she really did it. She being my mother.
Okay, so a blip on the news came up about OJ Simpson coming up for parole review, and all I said about it was that in my opinion he shouldn’t be granted parole. Somehow this led my mother to say, “I’m surprised Obama didn’t pardon him like he did Chelsea Manning!”
I just had to swallow back on nausea just remembering and recording that much, let alone the following diatribe on her part that was full of racism, transphobia, and illogic. I do recall protesting that Simpson’s crime was not comparable to Manning’s reason for imprisonment. To this, Mother’s response was that Manning was a “traitor who only committed this crime in the first place so he could get sent to jail to make the government pay for his sex change operation.” Mother refuses to use the female pronouns when talking about Miss Manning.
I struggled to get some ordinary tasks accomplished, like cooking a pot of rice and cleaning up after the dogs. Then she said something that I am apparently blocking out, because it led me to literal hysterics. I burst into loud laughter and sobs, and fell to the floor, and couldn’t control my actions doe a good quarter of an hour. I scared my poor daughter half to death, and to add to her misery, her grandmother kept yelling about how I was being selfish and upsetting the dogs and I could lay there all the rest of the night for all she cared. I could feel my eyes straining from their sockets and I struggled to draw a controlled breath for long enough to beg my daughter to turn off the rice before it burned. My own dog Winnie, aka Princess Winnifred, aka Nursie Dog, came to inspect me twice and kissed my face to try to pull me out of it. One of her dogs decided it was a great time to pee on my foot. I still wasn’t able to get myself up off the floor for a long time. Once I was able to get back onto my feet, I know I said some things that made no sense, genuine babbling, some of it about the dog peeing on me, but mostly trying to apologize to my grown daughter and confess my ongoing confusion. SO confused that as I headed down the hallway to my room, I actually pulled my nightgown off over my head and dropped it in the hall outside my door instead of waiting to get into the room. Well, it was wet with dog pee.
Even now, I’m still blanking on whatever exactly it was that Mother said to break me. Mostly the diatribe of Obama Bad and I think there was an attempt to connect Hillary’s involvement in the INTERNATIONAL council that awarded nuclear materials to .., was it Russia? … to the blatant acts of collusion from the Trump campaign team, in particular Donnie Jr, with the Russian government to influence the US elections. It seems ridiculous in the aftermath to have been so overwrought about this argument, but this has been accumulating and escalating for almost two years, since that lunatic made his announcement of intent. People wondered how so many were ‘fooled’ by the Nazi party, well I’ve been watching my mother devolve into Fascism this whole time and heard her become openly derisive of strangers in public when she used to be a defender of the unfortunate. I don’t know this woman anymore, and realizing I’m trapped with her insane doppelganger with nowhere to run, not even voluntary commitment for me after the total collapse I just experienced a few hours ago, has to be that proverbial final straw.
I’m even to the point where if they let me bring Winnie as my service dog, I’m considering leaving behind everything else I own in this world, and knowing there’s an actual small puddle of my own saliva drying on the dining room floor makes me seriously wonder if it’s time.