Just when I thought it couldn't get any worse. . . Narcissa has laid siege to child number two, made him worry about whether she can/will love him if he relates positively to someone he likes: his dad's girlfriend. She's got child number one so tied up in knots that he can't concentrate in middle school. She's refusing to look for a job: her children need her at home. Plus, she's got most of the money Trey earns coming right into her greedy little hands so why the hell should she get off her tush and try to find work? I mean, get real!
Yeah, so how did it get worse? Well, Narcissa, lovely mom, who will never force her children to do anything they don't want to do - like spending time with their father - is forcing Hale (child #1) to have a bar mitzvah. Which he has repeatedly said he didn't want to do. And, Trey, the father, is not invited. Nor am I. Nor is Trey's sister or my sister.
Who is invited is my sister's daughter, Caprice, and Trey's father and stepmother. Caprice is invited because, in the mists of history, she used to babysit for Hale and Hardy while Narcissa had some of her migraines. Trey's father and stepmother are invited because they have insisted that they wanted to make the trip from the East Coast.
Maybe they'll dance the Limbo at the after party.
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