22 years ago my father died.  He left no will, so my mother got everything.  Except the house.  Although she got that, too, in the end, by tricking me out of signing my half of what she sold it for away.  I find it weird there was no will.  I think there may have been a will, but my mother destroyed it.  Because I distinctly remember her saying that as long as I was married to my husband at the time, my father said he would write me out of his will.  Funny, when my mother forced me to marry him in the first place "You have to get married or I will not accept this baby!"  

So, today my husband took my mother to get blood drawn and she was just chattering on per usual.  She was going on and on and on about my father's boss, saying he gave her $1,000 per week while my father was dying in the hospital and then when he died, he gave her $10,000 and offered her my father's old job (saying he would train her).  In the 22 years since his death, this is the first I've heard of any of it.  

She also said that he came to see him once a week with forcing my mother to call him every single day to update him on his health.  And again, I've never heard that story before.  Plus, I was there.  I never saw it happen.  I call bullshit.  I am not sure on how much of it, but definitely about how much he had to do with us while he was sick (which was only five weeks).  My mother is loaded up with bullshit stories.  And now she's even telling some more:

So apparently, she's pulling a Douche Canoe (the story on this guy is in one of my memoirs) and is pretending she "almost" has cancer to gain sympathy from an old friend who actually had cancer.  She knows damn well she's lying, taking old information and now acting like it's current.  Geezus.  She's also running around saying she has Stage 3 kidney disease, except she doesn't.  This, though, I will give her a pass on, because for some reason she was diagnosed with this many years ago, but after checking all her medical records, there is ZERO indication she has it or even ever had it.  I am going to ask to see a new nephrologist or talk to her current one and ask for a reevaluation of her entire medical history to see why she was diagnosed in the first place.  What a pain in the ass.

Anyways, the lying about "almost" having cancer is total bullshit.  I guess it makes her feel special to get sympathy like that.  I mean, I've exaggerated pain to get out doing something I didn't want to do, but I'd never lie about having a deadly disease.  I mean, how demeaning that is to his suffering to do so!  Then she also lied to both her BFF Christmas and my aunt that her basement was full of old stuff she used to care about but the she realized she didn't look at it or do anything with it and just got rid of it all.  That never happened.  My mother freaks the fuck out if I get rid of anything that's hers.  Too bad I did get rid of most of her old shit that was taking up space in our basement that she NEVER even realized she still had.  But she doesn't know that.  Or does she?  I have a feeling she's been making trips to the basement to snoop around while we're gone.  I used to lock the door but I haven't been lately.  And now I wish I had, because I wonder if she knows I got rid of most everything (my stuff, too, not just hers).  She loves to make up stories about things like that.  Like back when I was a teenager, I stole some money from my grandma who lived with us (I was young, and granny had really bad dementia, and my mother gave her cash every single week, yet never took my grandma to the store to spend it, so her drawers were just stuffed with cash...so, I sort of helped myself to it back then--I also shoplifted at that age, too--I had issues), and she now tells the story about how my boyfriend was the one who stole it, even though he didn't live with us at the time.  She knew damn well it was me at the time.  But she likes to spin stories.  She even one time lied and told my stepfather that she started some tradition that I started with my kids.  She said she started it when I was a kid because I was a brat.  So, not only did she steal my tradition from me, she spun the story to make me look bad to him.  This is the way of the narcissist.  

But to lie about being on the verge of being sick?  Holy shit, that's low, even for her.  I mean, stealing money from me, telling lies about me, all of that I expect from her.  But to lie to a sick friend about something like that?  She really has no freaking clue how horrible that really is.  

But that's my mother for ya.  

Thanksgiving is in two days.  Wanna bet she tries to ruin it?  She hasn't the past two holidays, but this past week has been a doozy for her, getting her all hyped up on power and control again.  So we'll see how it goes.  Until then.  Or sooner, if she acts up.