I contacted the moms. I started with my mom, telling her what happened, and what my options are. Then, I finished it with “please don’t say ‘I told you so’, I already feel broken enough.” She’d never say it, as much as she may think it.
Mom didn’t call.. I told her I couldn’t handle talking to her while I was blubbering at the cats. She’s rallying troops (just my uncle, and maybe her cousin) later. I made it very clear that I don’t want them calling me. Not right now. I don’t need to deal with family on top of this, no matter how much they want to help.
“Your uncle has been worried about you,” she said. “He’ll want to help.”
“Tell him I’ve got the match if he brings the gas can,”
“He could arrange that. I’ll tell him you don’t want calls, but I can’t guarantee he won’t just show up.”
“Oh god no,” I replied. “Please tell him not to, the house looks like a fucking bomb hit it and Mal can’t hit the litter box with any sort of accuracy whatsoever.” After assuring me she’d ask him not to call or come over unexpectedly, she promised to call me tomorrow night after I get home from work.
His mom replied in her normal, understated way. I sent her something like 5 paragraphs on FB messenger about what’s going on, what I know, what I don’t know, and what could happen. She sent back, “oh shit. it just never stops, does it?”
No, Momsie, it doesn’t. Welcome to the Hot Mess Express, where the shit never stops.
