Today is my Birthday and SDd ruined it!
Made it another year in life and was having a good day. H was in a good mood and so was I. We had a lot planned to get done and to go out for late lunch.
The day darkened when SD calls and tells H that she baked me a BD cake and wants to drop it off. The clouds came over my day immediately as H sparkles and says sure. I told him that I wanted nothing to do with her after the will stuff, that I felt she was just waiting for me to die. H told me that I was just "feeling sorry for myself". No, I said, it was not that, but that she scares me. I don't want to hear her bit*ch about her problems with her husband, son and her husband's sister. My experience has been that someome that does that has no qualms about talking to them about you. Especially sice SD is not the most credible person and you can't believe most of what she says.
Anyway, after she left I came out of the bedroom and expected H to be all pizzed off at me, as usual. I am surprised that he is, well, being quite nice about it. Joking with me, talking about politics, etc.
Maybe he knows the truth about her, gets it.
Now, is SD being nice? Nope, haven't heard a peep from her since she went to Gatlinburg. I believe this is one way to try to butter us up.
Note she didn't invite us to her house for birthday cake, etc. Am I going to eat it? Hell no. Who knows what she put into it - perhaps like Minnie in "The Help" Minnie put a little bit of her poo in the chocolate pie she made for her ex-boss.
He called her back and said I wasn't feeling well but she could drop it off. Honestly, my stomach has been churning since she called.
I wouldnt blame you one bit
I wouldnt blame you one bit and wouldnt even touch that damn cake. Especially after she might be feeling some type of objectionable way about your Will arrangements. There could be something worse than Minnie's secret ingredient mixed in there for all you know.
Aside from that why would anyone expect YOU to spend YOUR special day dealing with SD (all interjecting herself unpermitted by you ) complaining endlessly about her neverending laundry list of problems? Honesly, thats something I know you would rather avoid dealing with on any other day too. You needs that? you dont. Typical of an SD to suddenly feel that your wishes are up to them just because they suppossedly say they had a change of heart ,acting like she is doing you some favor, when you know that sucking up is part of it and couldnt care less. Been there, without the cake. I would be surprised that my SD knows when my birthday actually is
But screw SD, wishing you a Happy Birthday anyway and please try to not let her shit on your parade any more than she has, since you know thats probably her end game..to try to unnerve you by ignoring your boundaries..goes for DH too if he still gives you any grief. This is Your special day after all, not theirs. You also got to wonder if SD's so called kind gesture in the form of baked goods is also her way of getting some attention since she cant handle a day being all about you..or just trying to score more Brownies points to look sweet and innocent for Daddyyyy. Maybe she hopes that will be enough to sway you to change your mind about the wills or anything else she wants to suck out of you.
Make you husband eat the damn
Make you husband eat the damn cake.
And make sure you tell SD
And make sure you tell SD that he ate it.
Happy Birthday! Don't eat the
Happy Birthday! Don't eat the cake! If you want to keep the peace, toss a piece in the trash and put other trash on top of it once daily (or better yet, take out the whole bag) for 3 days, then toss the whole thing. If you don't care, be honest. If i don't want to eat something my SO's family makes (think goat's blood sweetened with sugar and sprinkled with chopped peanuts, that kind of thing), i'm like "Oh, you eat it, I'm so full!"
Don't eat that effing cake.
Don't eat that effing cake. Let your husband eat it, toss it, or 'accidentally' drop it on the floor while you swoon with dizziness and nausea.
Happy Birthday!!!
Thanks all. You make me
Thanks all. You make me laugh.
One thing no one noticed, even me at first, there was NO card. Cards cost $$$.
Cake is small. SD told H that the cake mixes are smaller these days. Don't know. Don't care.
It was all for show as usual. Look at me, look at how nice I am being to you.
SD doesn't do anything for any one, including her Father, without there being something in it for her.
As long as we are alive she will keep at it. Mostly with H because he is easier to dupe, always wants to think the best and is hopeful.
"If she actually cared about
"If she actually cared about me she'd have made a REAL cake from scratch, not just dumped some cheap packet mix with a couple of eggs into a tin. Eat it if you like. I can't eat all those preservatives and flavour enhancers. They give me headaches."
Happy Birthday. Raccoons love
Happy Birthday. Raccoons love cake. Just sayin.
For future reference, if any
For future reference, if any skid offers you food, offer it back to them for a taste and if they refuse , then you refuse. If they won't eat what they made, neither should you.
It’s not SD. YOUR problem is DH
He keeps on allowing his DD to disrespect you. That's a big thing. You must have that talk with him. Telling him this must stop. He's playing her game. You demand respect. Either he makes them[. Of course he can't. ]. Respect you or stay away. You have a few years to think about SD. coming back. But as of now she is not allowed in your home. Not invited to ant holidays gatherings
Yuck. No way I would eat a
Yuck. No way I would eat a cake that SD baked just for me. That reminds me, back when BM lived closer to us SD's would bring leftover's from BM's house to our house for Thanksgiving dinner. One year they brought boiled potatoes, they looked nasty & mushy. I tried one bite just to see how bad they really were, no seasoning added, not even salt. Bleh.
Another year YSD baked a "pecan pie," or at least that is what she called it. She brought a few stray pieces of the pie to our Thanksgiving dinner. I took one bite just to be polite. She said eagarly, do you like it, staring at me for a response? I tried to smile and said "Mmm, it's good." (I am sure my face, which doesn't always cooporate with hiding my true feelings, was more of a grimace than a smile.) Not a hill to die on but man, she is a terrible cook. The pie was dry, mealy, not enough sweetness, and tasted like some type weird sugar alternative had been used. BLEH. As someone who appreciates southern cooking, her pecan pie was perfect to dump in the trash.
I have to say that I have not
I have to say that I have not had a bite of the cake, don't intend to. H. hasn't pressured me to either.
My point is that after the will fiasco etc., where she stormed out after being told there was nothing in it for her, I just don't trust her. I feel like she is waiting for one of us to die, not that it will benefit her, but her hope springs eternal I guess.
Minnie from The Help is exactly who I thought of
when you said she baked you a cake.
Toss it before her father tries a slice.
I just want to add one hing
I just want to add one hing about the "cake size". IF you recall she said that the cake mixes are getting smaller. Claims this one went from 16 oz. to 10 oz. due to inflation. Yeah, R I G H T! This was an angel food cake and she baked in in two loaf pans and only gave one to me with the excuse. Kept the other one for herself. Then she lies about it, as is typical. She thinks we, mainly me, are stupid.
I haven't touched it, neither has H. Going out with the trash today,