Foolish Games

I realize that I've never introduced you to my parents so let me do that now: Blog world these are my parents - Fred and Wilma. Fred and Wilma, this is blog world. How do you do? Pleased to meet ya. Charmed, I'm sure.

One thing I should warn you all about though. Fred and Wilma are crazy. Yep, you heard me right. Flippin' crazy. Fred has been diagnosed so (bi-polar disorder) but refused medication due to the fact that he's "fine, it's just the rest of the world that's fucked up". Wilma, well, her's is a little less obvious in the clinical sense. The Paperweight has said since the day he met her that she's evil. Yes, evil. We almost didn't get married because he wasn't sure he want to be related to her. I don't know if I'd call her evil…but I will say she's flippin' crazy.

I'll try to give you a little background, but I'm going to give you the Reader's Digest very condensed version, though Fred & Wilma probably deserve a blog dedicated to them alone.

Wilma was a nurse but never worked due to being a stay at home mom. They had us four kids in six years plus took in more then 25 foster kids over a ten year period.
Fred worked a lot. Manual labor mostly due to the fact that he was and still is illiterate.
We were very poor and very white trash.
Wilma has been a very conservative Catholic her entire life. The older she has gotten the more conservative she has become. As she entered her 60's she is now dangerously close to, if not already over the line, of what I would call religious mania. Also, as he has gotten older, Fred has begun joining her on this mania ride.
I have never known Fred and Wilma to be happy with their lives or with each other.
Fred and Wilma argue constantly and always have.
Because of all of this, unlike most parents who want their kids to do better then they did, Fred and Wilma are consistently self-serving, jealous, bitter, and will try to make you look and/or feel bad just so they don't feel so bad about their wasted lives.
Fred and Wilma are not at all happy that I filed for (gasp!) divorce.
Fred and Wilma have spent the last two months making snide comments about me, about me getting divorced, comments about how this will screw-up the kids, about how I shouldn't date and if I do date it's only because somebody wants to have sex with me and I'll probably end up pregnant. Comments like "we don't know how or why this has happened but I know it's not our fault because we've stayed married for 37 years." Comments to the effect of how I should be more grateful that Fred is in The Boy's life now that his father has left him…Um, yeah. The Paperweight has his problems (obviously because I'm divorcing him) but he talks to those kids every single day and is an active part of their lives. Not to mention that even on The Paperweight's worst parenting day, he was a better male role model then Fred's white trash bi-polar version of parenting could ever dream of being.

Or the really really short version:
My parents have been saying mean things to me and about me regarding my decision to get divorced.

Well, me being the stand-up-for-myself kind of girl I am, I very constructively asked them on Monday to stop it.
Stop making negative comments about me.
Stop making it sound like my getting divorced is the end of the world.
Accept the fact that I am capable of making my own decisions.
Accept the fact that the kids are happy, I'm happy, even The Paperweight is happy because this was the right thing to do.
I do not need you to save me or the kids because we are fine and The Paperweight is their father and takes an active role in their life.
Quit dangling the fact that you've 'stayed married for 37 years' up in the air because maybe you both would have been happy if you hadn't.
I'm tired of hearing you two argue constantly and bitch to me about the other one and then give me relationship advice all in the same breathe.
Please stop being so negative. It isn't good for the kids to hear and I don't want to hear it either.

Fred and Wilma's reaction? I've been disowned.
They will not be seeing us anymore and they 'hope the kids will understand'. This was after I was informed (via email) that perhaps Fred & Wilma could have been happy but they weren't because of me - I'm the reason why their marriage is so bad. (don't ask me to explain that because I can't. I think she was just trying to hurt me. But I know the difference between real and make-believe so who cares).
This was my response:
"This is your choice. I assumed I could ask my parents to not give me a hard time and that would be okay. If you’d prefer to not see us rather than act appropriately, then that’s okay with me."

I haven't heard from them since.