I told you I was right...

I hate to say this, especially with my mother's happiness on the line, but I was right. I knew I was. I knew there was something going on with that man that creeped me out. I knew it.

Here's the rest of the story...

My mother dated a guy when she was a teenager. She has just finished taking care of her mother who passed away when my mother was 19. She loved this man. He was called away to war and came back in a wheelchair. He told her that he didn't love her and wanted nothing to do with her. I'm sure it was because he didn't want her to have to live that way but still he broke her heart. Mom met dad, married him, and took care of him for the last 10 years while he was in and out of the hospitial and nursing home. Dad passed away 2 years ago this November. The day he died there were flowers on our front porch from that man. A few months later they started dating and were engaged just a few weeks ago. The whole time I did a very poor job of keeping an open mind about him but crap...the man broke my mother's heart. She called to tell me they were engaged and I lost it. I never did like the situation and was even more pissed that our house would be sold and I would have to go to "his" house when I went home to New Hope.

She loved him. I'll give her that. She loved him, he made her happy, so as much as I could, I put on a happy face and pretended to finally be ok with the situation.

Until last night....Mom called me around 5 my time. I was in class and didn't answer and figured no one had died when she didn't leave a message. I called her when I got out of class and she had already gone to bed. My mother is 61 years old and works 11 hour days so her being in bed early is nothing new. I asked her though why she had called me so early. She responded that usually she was somewhere else but she hadn't gone over there last night because he had told her on the phone that they needed some time a part. Who says that? 14 year olds...that's who. The more I thought about it the more pissed I was. So being me and being like Kay I called him. I said some really not nice things. Especially when he led on like it was her fault. Are you kidding me? The woman works 11 hours a day, goes to his house, takes care of his crippled rear end and then comes home and goes to bed. Really...she has time or energy to cheat on you....come on. So after setting him straight and deciding not to drive to New Hope to kick his face in, I calmed down.

I say all of that to say this....you don't mess with my husband, you don't mess with my mama and you don't mess with the mee-maws. I will punch your face!

So....if I call you and tell you the bus is swinging by to pick you up to go kick some rear end...just put on some pink shorts and be ready!!