Garage Sale, etc.

I'll say it right now: I'm a packrat, and I'm not ashamed. Because of that, I HATE garage sales. Don't get me wrong, I'll gladly go to one and see if there's any useless thing I can buy, especially now that I'm house-hunting ... but I will NEVER have one of my own. At least, not at this point. I can't stand the thought of getting rid of things. Throwing it out, passing it on to someone else, selling it ... it doesn't matter, I DON'T like it.

My parents had a garage sale this weekend, for which they graciously accepted everyone else's stuff to sell. They are putting all the money from it towards MS, so they were totally willing to take everything they could. This included a whole bunch of Aden's past -- actually, huge chunks of it -- that his dad so pleasantly gave them. Needless to say, I was PISSED. I have told him so many times that I don't want to keep EVERYTHING, but there were specific things I DID want to keep. Mainly clothes (not all of them, just the best ones), his bouncy seat because my sister got it for him, and his mobile because my mom got it for him, and a few other things. Nothing big, nothing that would've been a huge inconvenience for him to give to ME instead of the garage sale ... but no no, of course it was too much to ask, and he couldn't LISTEN to my wishes.

I don't even want to ask what my parents sold that was Aden's. I know they had the crib and mattress, which I didn't want to keep anyway ... but I don't know what else actually went into it. This morning, I found out they opened a new toy for Aden to play with that he got for his birthday THREE months ago, and know what? Someone put it on a table and sold it. He got to play with it once. I bet he loved it too. It was a dinosaur toy -- he LOVES dinosaurs. And it's gone.

Okay, so the level of my packrat-ness is a little extreme, but still. Aden's dad KNOWS I want another kid someday, so I WANTED to keep some of Aden's stuff to pass on. But no, as his mother, I apparently get no choice. Why should I, right? I'm selfish and a horrible mother. At least ... if you ask him, I am.

Ugh ... I'm just sick of this. That jerk has GOT to stop upsetting me. It's pointless. He's just pissed that life isn't going the way he wants, and he's taking it out on me. He constantly texts me when he knows I'm gone on the weekends, and tries to make me feel bad, and then threatens my parenthood when I either don't reply, or don't have a ridiculously pleasant attitude when I text him back. Of COURSE I won't be pleasant when you're treating me like shit, jackass! Anyway ... he starts threatening my following week with Aden, saying he won't bring him by ... blah, blah, blah ... all because he's mad that I'm staying with my boyfriend that weekend. It's extremely annoying, and unnecessary.

It's got to end one day, right? He'll get over it eventually when he realizes, with the rest of the world, that it's not just a quickie and we're in it for the long run. REALLY. He can't hold this stupid grudge forever, can he?

Dammit ... so frustrated ...