My Uncle liked and accepted our mother, but he felt like our father and their second brother did about their shared mother. None of the three sons could stand up to Grandmother. Grandmother was only 5’7″ and very petite against our taller and stronger mother so she made her 6’2″ son stand up and do her dirty work and wrench my brother out of our mother’s arms. My brother screamed so loud.
They were so into it that they didn’t even notice me watching them. When they finished, John made a move to go to the bathroom. He turned towards the door and that’s when he saw me. He looked like an electrocuted cat (I haven’t seen one, chill) and screamed like a lady. Brittany sat up in bed and saw me. She rolled to the side of the bed and tried to hide under and shouting “you b*tch!” the whole time LOL too bad she didn’t fit so she had to settle for the corner with the duvet covering her naked self.
John tried to sweet-talk me and give some lame excuse of what I just saw. I wasn’t having any of it. I stood from the chair, snapped a quick photo of them in the room, found the spare key I gave him, took my groceries and calmly went out of there. Both of them were working at an airbase in Japan. Brittany was married. I asked some of my friends who know Brittany and her husband and I managed to get her and her husband’s email. I emailed him of what happened, attached the photo I took and Cc’d both John and Brittany.
We moved into a small, quiet neighborhood very close to my widowed mother and the area I grew up in. At the time I was working for a custom home builder and I was the superintendent / lead carpenter on almost all our projects. Sometimes, I would have to fabricate things at home for a job as the projects were wrapping up and there was no place to work on-site. One Sunday afternoon I was planing down some material (approximately 2pm) to fabricate new cabinet doors (the painters had stained them the wrong color and these needed to be in place by Monday morning).
It took about an hour to finish the planing and clean up and now I was getting ready to start cutting the pieces to length and gluing up the panels when she came back over and said “I thought you were done!” I told I was not but that this tool was much quieter than the other one and that it will not take to long to complete. She stewed in her juices for a minute and stomped her way back home. For the next 6 years, while they were living there, she would call the HOA every other day for anything she thought violated the HOA rules (bikes out, garden hose not wrapped up – those types of things.
Two screams in less than 15 minutes made attracted the attention of the judge who ordered the baliffs to end the visit. Our parents had one hour but only got 20 minutes. My brother was crying when we left the building and would’ve got a beating from Grandmother if Uncle didn’t intervene and bribe him enough to make him stop. All the way home Grandmother swore and reminded us that if not for her we would have to live in the godforsaken USA with worthless parents who were too stupid and irresponsible to take care of us.