Avril Lavigne Said It Best

with the lyrics:
Why'd you have to go and make things so complicated?
I see the way you're acting like somebody else gets me frustrated

Yeah, I like me some teeny bop music sometimes, so sue me :)  I got smacked in the face last night.  Wait, let's back up to lunch last Thursday.  If you read that random post, you'll remember that I had lunch with Noah's mom, Ev's grandma.  God that woman likes to talk about herself.  I was annoyed and then she said this:  "I really think that Noah would start paying more attention to Ev if he had a DNA test as concrete proof the boy was his."  I tried to stifle my laughter.  Noah is not interested in being a good dad.  He's leaving again for Iowa in two weeks.  This time for good.  Whatever.  I told her exactly what I told him, I'm not paying for it or taking time out of my day to do it.  She told me that she would pay for a home testing kit.  Whatever...

Back to last night, I was picking up Ev and she said "So I'm going to pick up a home testing kit this weekend.  do you think when you drop Ev off on Thanksgiving you can have Jody swab you?"  ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?  The point of ANY home testing kit is that it's retard proof.  We don't need Jody to administer it just because she's a fucking nurse and that's when she'll be there.  Seriously?  Can't we just do this like tomorrow and get it out of the way instead of me showing up at an already uncomfortable Thanksgiving dinner to have a q-tip shoved in my mouth?  I honestly didn't know what to say for a minute.  Of course I agreed, what choice do I have?

Honestly, I want the test to come back and say that he's not the dad.  There's a slight chance that this could happen and my life would be sooooo much less complicated if it did.  That doesn't change that Noah's mom is incredibly attached to the kid and it would probably break her heart, but I just need to be done with that family.

Maybe it's that I don't understand them.  I mean, Noah is adopted and severely fucked up because of it, so is his mother,  I can't relate to the things they've gone through, just the same as he can't relate to things that have happened to me.  We worked because we were two damaged people that just needed someone around. 

I don't know, I guess my dream Thanksgiving that involved no huge family meal (just me & my turkey), football and chillin has just went down the toilet.  Happy Thanksgiving Tara, you ready for your DNA test?  WHAT THE FUCK??