There are a series of these coming so stay tuned.
This edition features the various reasons why I will probably never travel with my family again no matter how free it is.
My mother, the source of most of my familial woes, is a colossal pain in the ass. i find myself wondering at what point in time she will cease treating me like I'm 5 years old. The entire trip was one big worry fest with a constant nagging noise coming from her direction. Everything had to be done they way she wanted, and the complaints about the resort, the airport, the people etc. were endless. Oh, and lets not forget the fact that she was crippled shortly before the trip (something involving a shifted kneecap, who fucking cares) and it was the source of much continued belly aching.
She insisted on holding on to my passport and all my documents, which was fine, we all checked in together anyways, but she made it seem like i couldn't be responsible for my own travel arrangements. Even coming home she was hollering after me as to whether or not I had filled in my customs forms. Like, does she not remember that I traversed Europe ALONE for six weeks?
The complaints about the trip itself irritated me the most. I mean, she picked this place, so shouldn't at least take responsibility and shut up? She bitched about the kids at the resort, despite the fact that myself and both my brothers pushed to go to an adult resort...which she obviously ignored. She bitched about the service around the pool/lack there of, but when you treat your husband like some kind of lap dog and make him get you drinks anyways, who really cares? She bitched about the food being too oily, or too salty, or fried. Its fucking Mexico. Fucking DUH!
She dictated everything about the trip. When and where we went and for how long, and she acted all pissy when I would go off and do something on my own, even though she kept saying "this is your holiday too" and that we didn't need to hang out as a group all the time.
I think the straw that broke the camels back was when she snapped at me when we got home and I reminded her, yes folks, I used the word reminded though she denies prior knowledge, that we had to drop off Mike at his place so he could get to work on time. And I quote "it's so nice of you to tell us about your plans at the last minute". Yes, because 3 weeks ago when I told you this scenario was a possibility that was definitely last minute. But hey, rather than adapt and get over it, its better just be a cunt and blame me for what wasn't really even an inconvenience.
The rebellion begins now. After coming home and discovering that Josh has once again been freeloading at our house, and that the door handle was broken after an attempted break in, my parents will not be receiving rent until they have confiscated Josh's key, thrown out the remnants of his shit, and fixed the fucking door. My primary goal for 2011 is to get out from under my parents thumb, and the sooner the better.