Frightning Family Feud
During my freshman year of high school, I had gotten to know Nancy. Nancy was the mother of my boyfriend, who I shall call Blake. She was a divorced mom who owned a farmhouse in the mountains, and was the craziest lady I’ve ever met.
Long intro short: Nancy had forced Blake into doing chores while we were on a date (while she knew I had only a few hours with him), she’d scream at him about random bullshit, make inappropriate comments (she told my mother that we “made out constantly” [which was untrue] and that it was “disgusting”), called me a crybaby and a drama queen (bee allergy + bee sting = pain, ok?), but would then be super sweet (offer to take photos of us, tell us how cute we were…etc) and a really cool person. But I digress. The date:
I went to Blake’s house for dinner and some hanging out, a usual date for us. It was October, so Blake and I were getting really excited for Halloween. Nancy mentioned that they had some tombstones that needed painting, so we decided to spend time together outside painting the wooden decorations. We had painted for a few hours until the sun had started to set and I realized that my mom was coming to pick me up soon. Blake and I started putting paints away, when shit went down. Nancy came outside with her hands on her hips: “What do you think you’re doing? You don’t think you’re just going to leave those tombstones half-done, do you? Never leave a job half-done!”
Blake protested that I was leaving soon and that he’d really like to spend some more relaxed time with me, but Nancy kept screaming (yes, screaming) about how this “wasn’t building good character”. Blake threw down the paintbrush and pulled her inside to talk. Now I was alone in the dark awkwardly waiting for my boyfriend to come back, and when a few minutes had passed I slowly crept into the house to see what was going down. Blake and Nancy were in a full-on yelling match in the kitchen, absolutely screaming at the top of their lungs at each other. I, being a really shy person, was extremely uncomfortable to be caught in the tirade, so I bolted to Blake’s room and shut the door. The screaming started to stop, and soon it was silent. I was freaking out, I had actually started to cry a little because of how scared I was. A few moments later, Nancy burst in and shoved a phone in my face, telling me to call my mom and have her pick me up. As I left, I saw Blake run out of the house with a full suitcase, waving goodbye and assuring me he’d be okay.
The coda: Blake told me what Nancy had said a few days later. Apparently she had eavesdropped on our phone conversations and read all our emails back and forth, misinterpreting conversations and being inappropriately invasive. Blake had had enough and moved out to live with his dad permanently. I’m just happy he got away from the crazy.
