MrRandyWatson
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Well, I have some ridiculously good news, even the kind that overshadows my recent failure on the bar exam.
I'm going to be a father. We're having a boy due in May.
Most of my friends and family have been very supportive, even those I didn't expect much from. I've made it a point to tell as many people in person as possible, even setting up Skype to tell my folks in California.
So I pull teeth just to arrange a meeting with my brother, who's two years younger than me and recently got married to a woman who's...well, let's not go there. My dad and stepmom, both die-hard introverts, describe her as "mousy." I describe her as rude.
Finally, they agree to have dinner with us on Sunday. We meet up, and his pinhead wife barely speaks to me.
So my wife gets up and goes to the bathroom - I don't suspect anything, but I spill the beans while she's away. Probably a mistake - turns out the wife was planning to surprise them with dessert and tell them that way - but neither here nor there. She gets back from the bathroom and learns that they know.
Let me say this - neither my brother nor his wife congratulated us. The manager at the fucking Foot Locker congratulated us. These two dipshits couldn't be bothered - all I got from them was my brother praising himself for being right about why we summoned him. And going for a fist-bump - from his wife. Not from me.
So my wife asks him - and mind you, he's in his own little world and we don't talk much unless I initiate it - if he wants to be involved.
His response? "What does 'involved' mean?"
She takes this opportunity to press him to, y'know, at least acknowledge another person's birthday, since he neglected so much as a Facebook post to me and blew off our birthday gathering (which was where we announced to friends we're having a baby.)
My wife was a little perturbed about the Facebook slight. Obviously, the pinhead didn't see it that way.
My brother's wife - who looks like she's 12 years old anyway - snarls, "We had plans!" Yeah, no shit. Then she calls my wife "passive-aggressive." I should remind you that my wife is anything but passive-aggressive...well, except as a driver.
At this point, that little shit has the ugliest sneer on her face, as if she's some grade-school bitch giving the stink-eye.
Needless to say, I don't like her attitude. I somewhat calmly look her in the eyes and say to her, "You will not talk to my wife like that."
My wife continues with a refutation of the whole "passive-aggressive" comment - never mind that we have been nothing but gracious to this woman since we met her for the first time at my graduation party. Her words to the tart: "We're not twelve years old, sweetheart!"
The bitch gives probably the ugliest look I've seen anyone give and snipes, "Don't call me sweetheart!" At this point, my brother says the first words he's spoken the whole time - "You wanna go?" to his fuckwit of a wife. And the two of them simply pile out of the booth, he slaps down $20 to cover her drink, and they walk out, never to be seen again.
I blocked the fucking bitch on Facebook but have yet to do the same to my asshole prick of a brother. Seriously - you learn you're going to be an uncle and you pull that line of bullshit? Clearly the 12-year-old wife wears the pants in that marriage, and he lets her.
Fuck them. I have friends who will be my son's uncles and aunts. And anyone who has anything to say about it can fuck the fuck off. I'm meeting with my bitch of a mother in Florida - who, it turns out, spilled the beans to my brother about the baby. She'll say she won't, but she's a fucking liar. And I bet good money she stands us up in Florida - what-fucking-ever. She can eat shit.
I'll be a damn good father. I've done what I want to before fatherhood - I got a law degree, I saw a big chunk of the world, I married my best friend, I rescued a fuckton of cats, I buried my mother-in-law (who was a saint, albeit a terrible medical patient,) and I am a fighter. And anyone I can't count on can go fuck themselves with a rusty dick.
OK, end of rant. I'm going to be a dad. Hooray!
I'm going to be a father. We're having a boy due in May.
Most of my friends and family have been very supportive, even those I didn't expect much from. I've made it a point to tell as many people in person as possible, even setting up Skype to tell my folks in California.
So I pull teeth just to arrange a meeting with my brother, who's two years younger than me and recently got married to a woman who's...well, let's not go there. My dad and stepmom, both die-hard introverts, describe her as "mousy." I describe her as rude.
Finally, they agree to have dinner with us on Sunday. We meet up, and his pinhead wife barely speaks to me.
So my wife gets up and goes to the bathroom - I don't suspect anything, but I spill the beans while she's away. Probably a mistake - turns out the wife was planning to surprise them with dessert and tell them that way - but neither here nor there. She gets back from the bathroom and learns that they know.
Let me say this - neither my brother nor his wife congratulated us. The manager at the fucking Foot Locker congratulated us. These two dipshits couldn't be bothered - all I got from them was my brother praising himself for being right about why we summoned him. And going for a fist-bump - from his wife. Not from me.
So my wife asks him - and mind you, he's in his own little world and we don't talk much unless I initiate it - if he wants to be involved.
His response? "What does 'involved' mean?"
She takes this opportunity to press him to, y'know, at least acknowledge another person's birthday, since he neglected so much as a Facebook post to me and blew off our birthday gathering (which was where we announced to friends we're having a baby.)
My wife was a little perturbed about the Facebook slight. Obviously, the pinhead didn't see it that way.
My brother's wife - who looks like she's 12 years old anyway - snarls, "We had plans!" Yeah, no shit. Then she calls my wife "passive-aggressive." I should remind you that my wife is anything but passive-aggressive...well, except as a driver.
At this point, that little shit has the ugliest sneer on her face, as if she's some grade-school bitch giving the stink-eye.
Needless to say, I don't like her attitude. I somewhat calmly look her in the eyes and say to her, "You will not talk to my wife like that."
My wife continues with a refutation of the whole "passive-aggressive" comment - never mind that we have been nothing but gracious to this woman since we met her for the first time at my graduation party. Her words to the tart: "We're not twelve years old, sweetheart!"
The bitch gives probably the ugliest look I've seen anyone give and snipes, "Don't call me sweetheart!" At this point, my brother says the first words he's spoken the whole time - "You wanna go?" to his fuckwit of a wife. And the two of them simply pile out of the booth, he slaps down $20 to cover her drink, and they walk out, never to be seen again.
I blocked the fucking bitch on Facebook but have yet to do the same to my asshole prick of a brother. Seriously - you learn you're going to be an uncle and you pull that line of bullshit? Clearly the 12-year-old wife wears the pants in that marriage, and he lets her.
Fuck them. I have friends who will be my son's uncles and aunts. And anyone who has anything to say about it can fuck the fuck off. I'm meeting with my bitch of a mother in Florida - who, it turns out, spilled the beans to my brother about the baby. She'll say she won't, but she's a fucking liar. And I bet good money she stands us up in Florida - what-fucking-ever. She can eat shit.
I'll be a damn good father. I've done what I want to before fatherhood - I got a law degree, I saw a big chunk of the world, I married my best friend, I rescued a fuckton of cats, I buried my mother-in-law (who was a saint, albeit a terrible medical patient,) and I am a fighter. And anyone I can't count on can go fuck themselves with a rusty dick.
OK, end of rant. I'm going to be a dad. Hooray!
