August 9- One Horrible Sunday

Yesterday had to have been one of my worst Sundays ever. It started out bad and then just went from bad to really worse. Before I explain what happened, I have to talk about my non-uncle Uncle Leonie. I call him my non-uncle because I only knew him as an uncle after being introduced to him as being such to me when I found my birth parents again at age 19. It wasn't until he let me move in with him that he explained that he was once married to my birth mom's sister, Dorothy. He also said that since they were divorced, he really is not my uncle anymore. I still consider him my uncle though because he has been that since I first met him. I have to admit it was very nice of him to let me move in with him, but I am beginning to see that he did so not just to help me get out of the boarding home I was living in, but also because he has had the hots for me since he first met me. To me, it's a little creepy, and I don't think it would work out for us. One because I still see him as my uncle. Two because he is honestly not the type of man I am really seeking since he does not seem that much of a manly man. Three because I am not his type being I want to be a woman, and he does not like woman type men. Finally because he makes me feel so left out whenever he goes off with his family and does not bring me.
Anyway, yesterday started off as one of those times where he went off with his family and left me at home. Then my dad started his "poor poor me" talk about how he is homeless, jobless, and damn near penniless. I am so sick and tired of him complaining but not making any moves to change things. No, instead he keeps going on and on with excuses why he can't change anything. I wound up basically telling him to either do something about his situation or stop bitching. Of course, this only wound him up more. He asked how I expected him to change his situation to which I told him to go out and find a job. He asked me how, and I told him that I would let him get online to look or he could look in the newspaper. To this, he said that no one would hire a 61 year old man, but I came back at him with, "How do you know? You don't even look, so how would you know who will or won't?" Then we continued back and forth about this until the subject of him taking control of his life came up. He tried to argue that he lost control of his own life when they kicked him out from where he was staying before for not paying the rent due to his drinking. I told him to get it back, and he asked how again. I replied that he just needed to grab a hold of his life by the horns and run with it. I then ended the fight with the quote, "When the horse kicks you off, get back on and ride it again. Never give up." and also by telling him to stop having a pity party because I was sick of it.
We spent the rest of the day not speaking to each other. When my uncle returned, we went bring my son back to Crystal. We got home, and immediately he took off to (what we were told by my dad) get some crabs to bring home to boil for supper. Turns out, him and his family went out to eat somewhere they had all you can eat crabs further leaving me out from his family. They didn't get back until well after 11 P.M. My Uncle Jr. (who had come over from Florida with Leonie's daughter, Crystal, and son, Sage) and I wound up eating hot dogs. I was so pissed that they could go out to eat some hot fresh boiled crabs, and we were stuck eating plain ass hot dogs and chili. I'm still furious.
The worst part that came before Leonie, Crystal, Craig, Craig's son, and Sage returned home from their wonderful crab meal. My ex Crystal had called me and informed me that Tiffany had called. It seems Tiffany's grandma, Maw-Maw Chickie, had called Tiffany and told her that Crystal had left the country with Austin in an attempt to scare Tiffany into calling to check up on her son more often. Tiffany had told Maw-Maw Chickie that Crystal had no right to take HER son anywhere. Chickie then asked, "Oh? He's your son? When was the last time you saw him?"
Tiffany replied, "Mother's Day." Next question was, "When was the last time you called to check up on him?" and the answer was again, "Mother's Day.". Third and final question was, "When was the last time you went to see him?" and the answer was the same. Maw-Maw then said plainly, "If you haven't called to check up on him for three months, gone to see him in the past three months, or even gave any money to help support him in the past three months, you are not a mother to be calling him YOUR son." Maw-Maw Chickie had once told me about how Tiffany basically told her that she has no time for Austin. Her work, boyfriend, and busy lifestyle (Being online all the time when not at work is a busy lifestyle now? Interesting. Never knew that.) were too much for her to have anything to do with Austin right now. Well, seems Tiffany has also said the same thing to Katrisha Autin and many others. It was also said by Tiffany that for Mother's Day, Austin did not want to leave Tiffany's lap, but according to Crystal, he wanted nothing to do with her. It was said that when Tiffany asked Austin to "Come to Momma.", he looked at Crystal and then went the opposite way away from Tiffany. To top things off, Tiffany sent me an email crying that she wants to spend more time with HER son whom she just loves and misses so very much. (being sarcastic here of course). Tiffany wanted me to give her my new phone number, which I refused to do. She also finished it off with, "Austin needs to know his mother. Even Maw-Maw Chickie would agree with that." I replied, "Maw-Maw Chickie may agree that Austin needs to know his mother, but she would also agree that you are not putting forth any effort whatsoever to BE his mother." I even got on her about how she is always only calling to ask if Austin can talk yet. I truly feel that she is waiting in the shadows until he is able to talk and then will try to step in and take him from Crystal and me. I dare her to try. I am going to do anything and everything to keep her from getting Austin. At this point, I don't even care if I get him or not, as long as he is safe and NOT with her.
Bottom line is that my Sunday sucked, and I pray today will be better. I go to see my counselor for the first time Tuesday, and hopefully that goes well too. Until I write again, take care and be safe always everyone.