Drama hurts

The thing I dislike most in the world is drama. A friend once told me there are two kinds of people. There are the kind that cause drama and that there are the kind who don't like drama but it is somehow drawn to them regardless. They assured me I was in the second group.

This weekend my mom visited from Las Vegas. Generally, we had a very good time and kept busy together.

I suppose I must actually skip back a few chapters in this story... over spring break, I went to Mazatlan, Mexico with my boyfriend and his family, which included his crazy mother. A mother who very clearly favors one son from the other for no apparent reason (my boyfriend is not the one who has favor in his mothers eyes). She is often mean to my boyfriend while she lavishes love on his brother. (I just wish I were exaggerating.) The boyfriend's mother booked a separate plane ride for me, a day later than the rest of their family. Which meant I would be alone, in Mexico. Naturally, I feared for my life. One hears so many horror stories about pretty American girls being kidnapped, etc...

Thus, in order to be assured my safety, my mom emailed the boyfriend's mother a few times. Basically just, "Hello, I am my child's mother and I want Howard (the boyfriend!) to pick her up from the airport. I will reimburse him with the money for the taxi, but it would make me feel better." The boyfriend's mother promised my mom that Howard would pick me up from the airport and that we had nothing to worry about.

Then, the night before I was to leave for Mexico, the boyfriend calls me from the hotel in Mazatlan. He informed me that he would not be picking me up from the airport (because his crazy mother had decided I could do it on my own.) He then told me that someone from the hotel would be there to pick me up the following day. I was worried, but he promised I'd be all right and he'd see me when I arrived at the hotel.

When I got off the plane, no one was waiting to pick me up from the airport. And I decided I'd be better off finding my own taxi than waiting around for someone from the hotel who might never come. I was nervous about it, but fine. In the end I thought nothing of it. But when I arrived in the states again I told my mom I had taken a taxi alone. I was proud of myself. She was furious at the boyfriend's mother.

Thus, when my mom visited the weekend, she did not want to meet the boyfriend's mother. However, the boyfriend was stupid enough (ack, men!) that he decided to tell his mom, "Now, Stephanie and her mom are coming for lunch. Remember, her mom hates you, so be nice."

Immediately his mother tells him that my mother and I are no longer welcome at their house and now we had two angry mothers. Sigh! Then, she even blamed my boyfriend for my mom being mad at her. (She's so mean!)

Of course, when my mom found out how his mom had reacted, she cried and told me she felt so guilty and that she never "hated" anyone, only that she was angry I had been left alone in Mexico. She then made me call the boyfriend to find out if we could come over and appologize/explain. But his mother refused to speak with us.

My mom was hurt. It was highly dramatic and sometimes men are just stupid. Good thing I love him.