I don’t need this foolishness anymore

I have this need to rant so please be aware there will more then likely be spelling errors.

I swear it had to be the phase of the moon because my mother has been acting her usual strange argumentative self again. This time it has to do with money and medical coverage. My parents have been legally separated for 10 years now *no biggie* and as part of her part of the separation settlement she was awarded spousal support and half of Dad’s military pension.

According to Ottawa (the pension board) where she petitioned for part of his pension (approx. $127,000.00) she was to relinquish her rights to medical (insurance) coverage through SunLife. It might not exactly seem fair, but where (she actually demanded the whole pension) made through her lawyer (the bottom-feeder that he is – don’t get me wrong, not all lawyers are like this, but hers was) the PB decided that if she wanted half (of Dad’s money) because the settlement was more then enough to keep her – even with it being invested and that Dad was entitled to his money after all, he did work for it – spending close to 25 years in the military.

So now we hop back to the future *looks around for Christopher Lloyd*

Mum recently had her glasses prescription changed and refuses to go to the bank to adjust one her portfolios so she could get her glasses (which a loans officer at her bank said she could do quite easily.

Last night she asked me to ask Dad about the medical coverage. She said that if he said "no" she was going to go to a lawyer and haul back to court. Well when Dad called I was asleep on the couch and asked him an briefly mentioned that if he said no she was going to a lawyer. She came home and has been giving me crap about that. I told her I was sorry, but I wasn’t really awake when he called, I mean it was an accident and I was half asleep. Hell the phone scared the hell out of me, but still she won’t let it go. I also told her I’m not perfect, but then again if it were her and she made this mistake it would be just that – a mistake.

Stickboy has had enough (not as much as myself, but pretty close) told her that she was no longer allowed to yell at me about anything ever again. If it were (discussing her problem) over coffee calmly that’s something else – not barking and that if she didn’t like it he would take all her belongings and toss them outside and find somewhere else to live. He’s also told her that he’s tired of yelling at the kids, too.

Stickboy  is in no account a mean man. He allowed her to live her after they split and at first said that she didn’t really have to pay to stay, but she insisted that she pay a small amount of rent so that way she could feel as if she were contributing to the household. Now in a way, he’s regretting it because of how she treats me and the kids.

Here’s another fun thing my mother’s doing to try and make me feel bad about the whole situation….. She tore up her prescription and then thanked me because she couldn’t afford the glasses – here’s the kicker…. she then takes out a package of cigarettes. I’m not one to say quit smoking but if it were me and I needed something and had something I could give up – even for a little while it would be the cigarettes.

In one way I wish I had a sibling, because I’d have someone other then Stickboy to back me up when she gets into these fits. Then again I wouldn’t want to subjugated the poor soul to her wrath.