Primo: My mom is
not feeling well. My dad is upset. At you.
Me: What did I
do now?
Primo: You are
taking me away from them.
Me: How?
Primo: Umm…
Because I don’t live with them? I don’t know. I think he expected me to visit
them for Mother’s Day and my birthday.
Me: I’m sure
they would have enjoyed that.
Primo: But
that’s not how I wanted to spend that time. He says you do not respect them. He
is also angry that I will not – his words – take control of our relationship
and get you in line. He says if I don’t get you in line, he will disinherit me.
Me: I thought
your dad was an ultra-leftist. That is not a very liberal attitude. It’s
definitely not feminist.
Primo: My dad
is not a feminist lefty. He picks and chooses the parts he likes.
Me: A cafeteria
lefty?
Primo: Exactly!
Anyhow, he says he is “hurt” – no, “deeply hurt” that you do not have a
relationship with them.
Me: I write
letters to your mother. Which I should not have to. My relationship is with
you, not with your parents. My mother doesn’t get pissy that you are not
writing letters to her. What exactly are the responsibilities that they think
go along with being a girlfriend?
Primo: Well,
they are pretty sure I am going to marry you—
Me: Unless they
can convince you not to.
Primo: Yes. And
they probably think that if they don’t get you in line now that it won’t ever
happen.
Me: I do write
to your mother. Against my will. Because you want me to because you feel sorry
for her.
Primo: Yes, but
you don’t acknowledge him in the letters. He says you don’t even acknowledge
that he exists.
Me: I don’t
feel sorry for your dad and neither do you. It’s your mom I am trying to have a
relationship with because I feel so bad for her and because you have asked me
to. But your dad? Nope. I am not going to bother. He’s not worth it.
Primo: My mom
is not doing well. My dad says that she is hardly eating and gets most of her
calories from alcohol and that she has the runs all the time.
Me: I think
that might be dangerous. Isn’t that a symptom of severe alcoholism?
Primo: I am
really worried about her. It looks like she'll go first. But then what do we do
with my dad?
Me: Maybe we
bring him up here to live with us.
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