A terrible New Year’s Eve

Oh my. New Year’s Eve for me has been… a disaster. It should have been a pleasant evening with my parents, but it turned to a hell. This because my parents have been arguing all the time about inheritance issues, instead of enjoying the nice food, what should have been a nice atmosphere, and some family time. 

It all started when my father spilled some wine on the tablecloth. My mother started complaining, reproaching my father with the fact that her whole life is made out of cleaning there where he dirties. Well, that’s partially true. But not a nice thing to say, since a drop of wine on the tablecloth is not a reason to get into a fight on an evening that should be based on happiness and joy. Anyway, my father, who is, as I wrote in previous entries, a cantankerous old man, replied in an aggressive way to my mother’s reproaches, so that my mother got furious. She said, at some point, that my father should ponder the idea of going to his dear Richard (by brother / uncle) for some time. Well, Richard is a chronic scrounger and a loser, let’s say he has a "home" but he lives a very dissolute life between alcohol, women, marijuana and cocaine. My father replied that he would not go to Richard’s house (notice also that Richard lives in Germany) even if he were compelled to, so that my mother added that it would be a nice thing if he did, because she would have some spare time without an old idiot always in her way. 

At this point, my mother, who was in a fit of rage, started talking about inheritance issues. That’s always a delicate matter. Very delicate. My mother is a neurotic with paranoid tendencies – did I inherit from her my paranoid schizophrenia? – and is convinced that my father plans to give Richard everything he has and wants to leave her penniless. This is, I can assure you, not the case. My father already gave my mother the property of the house we are living in, which was originally his parents’ and he inherited from them; he made his will and left to my mother everything possible. Let alone the fact that my mother, as his wife, will inherit the half of everything anyway. My mother reproached my father with the fact that after more than 50 years of marriage, when he will pass away, she will have to deal with such a deplorable person like Richard. As if my father could do something against it. Let’s face the truth, Richard is my father’s son, exactly as I am his daughter. He can’t be excluded from inheriting. Even if he is a scoundrel, even if he just waits for father to die to have his money, nobody can take him his part of the inheritance. The only way would be disinheriting him, but obviously my father doesn’t have the reason or the will to do so. 

So, to put it in a nutshell, I spent the whole evening trying to calm down my mother and convince my father to ignore her reproaches – it was awful. In addition to it, I could state, once again, that all my oh so dear friends in real life, apart from Marvin, are worth nothing. My OD friends and the ones I have on Whatsapp all remembered to send me a text message to wish a happy new year, or replied to my text messages. My so called "friends" in real life seem to have disappeared. Athena did not call or send a text, while she had promised to do so; I did not call or text her because I wanted to check if she was able, for once, to keep a promise. Well, she is obviously too busy to think of me. Aisha, whom I sent a cake and a letter for Christmas, could have made the first step for new year and sent me a text message… but it is asking too much, apparently. And her sister Joanna did not even say a miserable thank you for the cake and the letter I sent her for Christmas, or, obviously, wish a happy new year. FredyBear has been silent too, but I don’t care that much. I don’t esteem him anymore as I used to some time ago. He has a swollen head, he thinks he is so beautiful and smart, but he doesn’t have a grain of style. 

This was my start in 2014. We waited until midnight, watching silly programs on television after dinner; my mother and I fell asleep until about 11.30, then we woke up to celebrate the beginning of the new year. I managed to serve the champagne just in time to touch glasses with each other. Eventually, my mother ended up drinking too much. She had quite much wine during dinner – as well as me, because I had to mediate a fight which was escalating more and more each second – and the champagne did the rest. 

My father went to bed immediately after midnight. I stayed up a little more with my mother, who was a little numb, and kept repeating over and over how fed up she is with her selfish husband. 

Luckily, I knew that today I would have had the chance to come to this site and vent my frustration. In spite of all this, I am not negative towards this year… what happened just showed me how we work, it was genuinely "our family". Love and hate, but eventually always love. A strange kind of love, but love. 

Take gentle care everyone, and have a happy 2014.