Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Back from the police station

The Mother is now almost officially missing. We gave the police some information. A sort of missing person’s report. Most of it was pretty straightforward: our names, birthdates, place of birth, picture of The Mother and her info (what she was wearing etc).

Usually you have to wait 24 hours before you can file a missing person’s report. But The Mother is a bipolar bitch borderline patient so she's an exception. They tend to get crazy faster than normal people.

So now the police station will pass on all the information about The Mother to other stations and police cars and crap. Personally, I don’t think they’re going to do that just like that. It’s all a ruse that is supposed to make us feel all relieved or something.

What do they take me for? Average?

Sigh.

What’s strange about The Mother’s disappearance is that she didn’t take any ATM-cards, left the candles at home burning, left all the windows open, didn’t feed the cats, possibly didn’t take a shower (ew) and her cell phone is still off. It’s like she just decided to get up and leave. What fucking dick-head.

If she's not back tomorrow morning, we’ll have to file an official missing person’s report. So let’s hope she won’t be home tomorrow morning, so the police will hunt the down bitch when they see her, smack her onto the floor, take her in for 'questioniing, probe her and beat some sense into her.

Or just take her home in a police car and scare the bejeezus out of her.

I’m beat. I’m going to call The Boyfriend to give him the 411 (wtf, did I just say 411?) and then I’m just going to try and get some sleep. But that’s not going to be a problem.

And I’m fine btw. This is all not surprising to me. I really thought she was making progress, but in the back of my mind I also thought she was faking it.

There are not enough words to explain how disappointed I am in her. And even if there were, I’m too numb and too tired to really care.

2 comments:

Jenna said...

My mom is a nut bag. She has to take a daily anti-psychotic. Her madness is highly annoying.
I sometimes pray for her to be missing, then I'll fell guilty for feeling that way. It's not her fault, she's just crazy.

Billy the Bootlegger said...

What the hell happened to those moms you see on tv?

They bake waffles for breakfast and give you your afternoon snack.

I want a mom like that!