Duck and Cover

Assume the crash position; it's gonna be a rough landing.

My sister and I are backing out on the trip to NY to visit my grandmother and uncle with my mother and stepfather. It's not so much that we don't want to see Granny and Uncle R., it's more that we don't want to spend a long weekend dealing with the unholy shitstorm that follows directly in my mother's wake.

Neither Sister nor I was keen on going in the first place, as Mom has a way of making such events entirely about HER and thereby making the rest of us miserable. But certain events that have recently transpired have further cemented our desire not to travel 16 hours round trip and spend 4 days with the pyscho hosebeast and her midget husband. Such events culminated in the Algerian flipping the fuck out, threatening Mom, and calling her a "dirty whore" (in French, no less!). This was followed by several days of not speaking to her at all... which is damned impressive in an eensy one-bedroom apartment. While they are aparently back on speaking terms now, I have no desire to be caught up any further than I already am in their inexorably tangled mess of a fucked up "marriage." This is not the first (or probably even the 100th) such fight they've had, and I am sick to death of being dragged into my mother's web of insanity. The madness must STOP!

I just hope she doesn't take out her rage on my poor defenseless kitty. I SO need to find him a new temporary residence until I find a place of my own.