My aunt, who's married to my mother's brother, has never liked our side of the family.
She didn't like my grandmother; she doesn't particularly like me; and she hated my mother. She told my mother several times that she didn't raise me right. As a childless person, as is she, I would cut my tongue out before I ever told anybody how they should raise their children, but I digress. Last fall, she and my uncle invited me to a birthday lunch for her brother at a Polish restaurant. There were six of us, my aunt and uncle; my aunt's sister; my aunt's bother and his wife; and me. This was right after Martini was diagnosed with high blood pressure and I was telling them about how difficult it was to give her the pill and my aunt's brother said "I could see doing that for a dog, but not a cat." I went on to tell them about how I thought Martini was swallowing the pills, but I found about four of them she had spat out on the carpet outside the bathroom and my aunt's brother asked me "What would happen if you didn't give your cat the pills?" and I said "She would probably have a stroke and die" and he said "Problem solved!" and then laughed. I said "That's not funny" and his wife said "Sorry, MIButterfly." These are the people who are supposed to be so much better than my mother, grandmother and me.
I told my former hairdresser about it when it happened and she said "That's just how guys are." I said "No, that's how assholes are" I didn't say it, but I thought, if that's how you think all men are, you must have some real assholes in your life and I feel sorry for you that you don't have any better men around you.
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