Family can be a fucking headache.

Just got home from a dinner with my mother, her boyfriend, my fiancee, her father and mother.

And now I’m on the phone with my brother talking about my dad.

If my grandparents call now, I won’t be surprised.

I feel tired, and I bet the majority of the people at dinner feel the same.  It was a coarse meeting.  People were stretched and it was obvious that this wasn’t the natural grouping for these people.

I was aggressive to say the least, maybe to a fault.  My mom was actually very diplomatic, her boyfriend strained to contain himself, something I cannot say about my fiancée’s father.  A man who does not seem to understand the idea of self restraint in uncertain company.  Our two families are as far apart politically as possible, so far that they come back around to meet on certain issues; much to the disdain of her father.  I am aware that I am not taking care to keep the peace with her father.

My mother told a story about when I came into her office at the local University with dreadlocks, bare feet and a pet rat in my clothes… very nice!

Well, I know this is a true rambler, but I wanted to put something down, maybe I’ll come back later and reflect.