The passive-aggressive guilt tripMy mother is an expert in the guilt-trip. Last week she phoned to say "Happy Birthday" and, after a 10 minute conversation, finished with, "Well, I hope you have a nicer time than I did on the day you were born."
She also stated that she was going to kill herself when she reached 65. On Christmas Day morning. Having rung up to see if there was anything she could bring for lunch.
I think it's just a mother thing, but how good are your relatives and friends at the passive-aggessive?
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chthonic, Thu 13 Oct 2005, 9:52)
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The old manMy dad was killed in a freak accident two days before Christmas last year. He'd been living in Thailand for a few years but all the family were in Australia - apart from me, I live in London. So I get the shocking news and in less than 24 hours I'm on a plane home to Perth to meet my family. Get to customs and it's quite obvious that I've pretty much been crying the entire flight - swollen, red eyes, completely shattered look about me - it clearly wasn't obvious enough for the stupid customs lady who thought it quite ok to ask me a series of inane questions regarding sweet fuck all in the grand scheme of things. So while she's being a trumped up customs beast with her grubby mits on my passport I unfortunately had to turn around and say to her "Look lady, my father was electrocuted to death yesterday and I'm here to bury him. So if you don't mind I'd like my passport back so I can go meet my family". Horrible thing to do, but what can I say, grief does strange things to a person....oh, and did I mention that it happened to be Christmas day? Utter cnut.
(, Tue 18 Oct 2005, 13:02, Reply)
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