I can't even remember when the last time was that I bought the Devil woman a mother's day gift. It's been many, many years. I do remember the last birthday she received something from me was when my sisters and I took her to a Frampton concert, it happened to be on her actual bday. Anyway....
Saturday Night Fever is an old favorite of hers. I know this because I (along with my siblings) was subjected to this movie from the time I was five. Not sure why my mother thought this movie was appropriate for us, but apparently she did and we saw it numerous times. I can probably recite most of the damn thing. As I got older I got to where I loved John Travolta and at some point I fell in love with the music of the BeeGees.
A few weeks ago, maybe longer, there was a BeeGees salute or tribute, John Travolta hosting. I loved it. Saturday Night Fever was 40, wow. I decided then I was going to buy the 40th anniversary dvd for the Devil. I realized that doing this might end in disaster, I hate doing nice things for anybody and in turn to be told shit. So a bit before mother's day I went to Amazon looking for it. I didn't find it, I find it hard to believe that an anniversary edition wasn't out. I bought two copies of the movie, a director's cut and an original (or basic copy) which was a lot more than the director's cut. I thought to add the movies soundtrack too. You know how Amazon has that.....'customers (or is it people??) who ordered this bought that'.....or whatever the fk, well....Urban Cowboy was there.....So, I ordered that too. The day after ordering all that I decided Urban Cowboy soundtrack should have been ordered as well, so I did.
We were in town that wknd so it was my plan to deliver them in person. I must have been in a particular good mood because I bought flowers too.....Ok, only two roses in a vase......cheap, I know, but she is the Devil and I had already spent more than she deserved....I didn't wrap the dvds and cds, I just tied them with a ribbon, it looked nice enough. I went alone to give them to her. She was at the hospital.
When I got to her floor she was at the nurses station. I suddenly felt stupid, because I hate her and I knew I was seconds away from regretting doing anything nice. She saw me, I said hi and told her I had something for her as I handed it all to her. She just said Wow as she looked at them and untied the ribbon. I was very careful not to use the words, Mother's Day. She said it was sweet of me to remember her. I thought I detected sarcasm which I didn't appreciate....
Me: Well I can be nice, I'm not always a bitch.
Devil: No, just most of the time.
Me: Yeah, well years of living with you, I learned it from the best.
(There was silence, she's reading the back of one of the movies)
Me: Had I paid more attention to you I would be a full blown cunt like you. Have a good day, Devil woman.
With that I turn to walk away.
I don't even bother to turn around nor reply.
Devil (louder): Sara! Sara, thanks for the gifts, I did like them.
I go back to where she is...
Me: Enjoy it, cuz it's not going to happen again anytime soon. Have a good day.
Devil: You too, Sara. Thx for thinking of me.
I shot her the finger. I hate this bitch, I hate it even more when she acts like she cares. I hate when I regret being nice. I hate that this bitch has the power to hurt me, still.