Mommy Dearest

After our gift opening, several of the family members decided to take the kids down to the park. Jack's mother lied down on the couch for quick nap. We had not told anyone about CB's crazy behaviour. I went to lie down in the bedroom for a nap as well. Jack's mother, Bev, is in her 80's, a very quite and demure woman. The phone rang, as it was out in the living room, Bev answered groggily. A woman, who did not identify herself, asked to speak to Kelly. Bev did not recognize her as CB. Bev explained that Kelly was out with her family.... and then Bev made a fatal mistake... she said... "But her MOTHER is here lieing down, I can wake her if its important"

Holy crap! I don't think Bev has ever heard more foul language in her life!! Her accidently referring to me as Kelly's mother sent CB over the edge. Bev had to hang up on her. The phone began ringing again... the answering machine,, which is in our bedroom kicked in. I was awoken the the insane rantings of CB, the police were coming, lawyers were being called, fuck this, fuck that, blah blah blah.

She called back three more times in the next few minutes. Each message more hostile than the next.

When Kelly arrived home and as soon as the company left, we asked her to please call her mother. Kelly then of course had to go through her 20 minute ordeal of telling CB how loved she was, how life would be over if not for her.... and all the other crap she seems to need to hear in order to feel good about herself.

Of course, CB contacted a lawyer....... did I mention that she's gone through every lawyer in town? When they inform her that perhaps she's a tad obsessed and that perhaps she has to let go a bit, she fires them and moves on to another.