Since I accepted her friend invitation, she's been chatting with me every other day. This is annoying because:
- I'm such a loser because I can't let a chat go ignored.
- I can barely speak Spanish right, let alone write it.
- I DO have a job.... A deskjob, but a job nonetheless that I should be focusing on instead of chatting with relatively unknown cousins, watching Youtube videos, and reading blogs.
So after weeks of chatting, she tells me that she's coming to San Francisco. 'Oh great!' is the first thing I think in my head. 'Is she going to want room and board?' The answer thankfully (I don't have space right now, and I'm anti-social, did I mention that?) was "No". But she did want to meet up.
"I'm sorry, but my father inlaw is coming to stay with us."
"Maybe he can come...."
We left it at that. It was a pivotal week at my
deskjob, and I was very stressed. I came into work one day and found that she had written me a message. She was here and still wanted to meet up. I meant to write her back, but office stress was high.
I completely forgot about her, until I reached my mother's house to pick up Diego. She tells me that the girl called her twice and was coming over to meet us. The first thing that came out of my mouth was:
"How'd she get your number?! Stalker!!!!"
So I had to stay if only for 20 mins to get to know my
stalkercousin. I left, with no intention of ever seeing her again. The next day, my mom said she'd stayed until 11 pm and she asked if she could stay at my mom's house with her husband and daughter for the REST OF THE WEEKEND. I was caught off guard about this, and felt bad that I had bestowed this burden on my mother and father. I may sound cruel, but in my defense I NEVER met this lady, and it turned out that my grandfather's dad had a family before my grandfather that he never knew about, and that's the family that this lady was from. There was some type of drama, and all my mother remembers is my grandfather coming home one day in tears.
Other than avoiding my
stalker cousin over the weekend, I was also preoccupied with my father inlaw's arrival. My husband was VERY clear that he wanted to make his father as comfortable as possible, which I understood, and knowing my father inlaw, this might not be an easy feat. We tried to think of everything and decided to keep it a Diaz-only weekend (aka, leaving my family out the first weekend; no problem because apparently they were busy playing host to my semi-cousin).
It was refreshing to see how lovingly my father inlaw acted towards Diego this weekend. His other son and family came over on Saturday and we had a nice lunch. Diego got to know his older cousin, Andrew, while they played the Sony Move. Only one thing was missing, the extremely reclusive, more anti-social than me (and that's saying a lot!) other son. The next day we went to his house, but he wasn't there, and left a message with other tenants. Instead of calling my husband when he got the message, he called ALL THE WAY TO PERU to tell his mother to call us and tell us that he would come the next day to pick up his father for the day.
He had gotten into some drama a year ago with my husband, and although my hubby apologized, things have never quite been the same. I don't think they ever will be. And my husband is hurt at how his brother is dealing with the situation, and it's all he's been talking about this morning. It's like the soap opera "The Days of Our Lives" except these are the "Diaz's of our lives...."
Oh family....... and DRAMA!