I come from a family of dysfunctional flaming shitlibs. Not kidding, they’re complete fucktards. They’ve all alienated the shit out of each other and then gone on to burn their own families down. The women are the worst. I went through the fuggin wringer with my militant lesbian SJW daughter. That led to conflict with my mother in law, and her idiot husband. Everyone knows how those people roll, and our family fell apart. A year ago my own mother found out about it and then she started running her bloody yap. I couldn’t take it again, I told her that she could keep her comments about my daughter to herself and leave it alone, or she could run her fuggin mouth behind my back because I wasn’t going to take her shit. What is it about liberal women and sexual degenerates? Mom said some more things she probably shouldn’t have... and then so did I. I lost my shit, she started smirking and goading me... and I just said fuck it. I don’t need the drama. Pop was there for awhile and he used to break these things up... but not this time. Maybe he’d just had enough of both of us. He got up from the table and walked away in disgust. A few seconds later I did the same. Something broke while that stupid woman’s gums flapped at 100 MPH.
Looking back on it I should have just let the old bitch prattle. When you get mad at people and let them goad you, they control you. Shitlibs are what they are and they won’t change regardless of what some stupid old stubfart like me thinks about it. What some random stupid old woman thinks doesn’t matter much in the scheme of things either. Either way, like all liberal women...Mom may have a dull mind but a sharp tongue... and it’s not something I want to be around when it’s moving. I haven’t seen the old folks in a year... until yesterday.
We ran across Pop on a long range dawg patrol. At first we didn’t recognize each other. We both lost a ton of weight and I’ve taken to having a beard. I recognized Pop first and threw him for a loop... and then he recognized me. He’s got a new dog now, I guess. Mom was at home with back problems. We swapped some casual pleasantries and parted. I think we both might have wanted to chat... or at least I might have... but we had Mom and other baggage between us. Afterward I walked away and didn’t look back. It is what it is.
I know they’re old. I know something could change and we’ll never see each other again. But... if they want to be shitty, miserable old seniors in their old age...they can just fly at it. One is tempted to ignore it... but not me. There’s all kinds of old people that are a joy to be around; they don’t have to be like that.
I need a day on the range.