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I did not think much would change once I got married to Janice. I certainly did not think that life could get any worse. What I did not realize was that by marrying Janice, she felt like she had even more control over me than she had before.

The first Christmas after the wedding, my mother came to visit. She used to visit me often, but since I was with Janice, her visits started to decrease. My family all live on the other side of the country and I really missed them. I always looked forward to my mother visiting. When my mother came into town, I liked to make sure she had a great time. I would get hockey tickets and tickets to a show or the orchestra. I wanted her to have fun. I wanted to spend time with her. I always spent time with my mom when I was growing up and I loved it.

I decided to take time off work when my mom came down to visit. I usually took time off when she came down because I did not want her sitting around waiting for me to get home from work. I also did not want to leave her alone with Janice. Mom and I spent our time shopping and eating out and doing mom and daughter type of things. Janice would come along with us. She would always complain though. Her complaining got worse after we were married. Janice got upset that my mom liked to eat out when she visited. I did not understand why eating out upset Janice so much. Mom and I liked to go shopping or go do something and we were already out having fun so it was just easier to stop and grab a bite to eat. I tried to explain to Janice that it was my mom’s vacation and eating out was just a vacation sort of thing to do, but she didn’t even try to understand. Janice had a hate on for my mother that she was never to let go of. Janice was jealous of my close relationship with my mother and her goal was to somehow get in between us and break our close relationship down.

This visit was no different in that I had bought tickets for the three of us to go to the orchestra. We had left early so we could walk downtown a bit and check out some of the stores. Mom knew I had always wanted a leather jacket and as we walked from store to store, she spotted a leather jacket store. Mom asked if we could go take a look in the store and I said for sure. I did not know that mom wanted to go in the store for me. Mom loved her leather coats and I assumed she was browsing for herself. When we got into the store, mom looked at me and told me to find a leather jacket that I liked and she would buy it for me. I looked around and found this gorgeous three quarter length jacket. Mom though it looked so classy and so did I. Janice was acting weird and would not comment. I could not figure out what was wrong with Janice. I just tried to ignore her.

Mom bought me the leather coat, just like that. Then off we were to get to the theatre for the show. Janice was acting up the entire walk to the theatre. She told me that I was her wife and that my mother had no right to buy me a coat like that. If someone was to by me a coat it was to be her! I could not believe it. Janice was completely and totally jealous and freaking out because my mother bought me a gift. I was blown away. My mother could not believe it either.

We arrived at the theatre and found our seats. My mother buying me a leather jacket was all that Janice needed for an excuse to get drunk at the theatre. She drank so much beer before the start of the show that she started complaining about half way before the intermission that she had to pee. I told her to get up and go to the bathroom, but she wanted me to go with her. I told her to just go alone, but she did not want to go alone. Janice hated going into women’s bathrooms alone. People often took a second look as she entered the women’s washroom because she was such a butch dyke. She dressed in men’s clothes most of the time, wore men’s shoes and she had her hair cut so short it was hardly over an inch in length. The funny thing was, she dressed like a butch dyke, but was still always shocked that people had to take a second glance to make sure she was a woman!

Once the intermission came, the three of us got up and went to the washroom. Mom and I waited in the line that had formed. Janice could no longer hold her pee. She told me to come with her and leave the theatre to find a washroom with her. I refused to go and told her I was staying with my mom. She made a little scene, but quickly realized that I was not leaving my mom. I was so embarrassed and angry at her I just wanted her to leave the theatre and not be allowed back in. They let her back in though.

After the show we headed right home. Janice decided that she would continue to drink once we got back to the house. She also started to get very aggressive. This was the first time that my mother had ever witnessed Janice in her angry, aggressive and basically out of control state. With more alcohol in Janice she decided to start to complain about the Christmas gifts that I had gotten her. Janice enjoyed cooking and she had asked for this huge set of cooking dishes and this major set of strainers for Christmas. The gifts were not cheap. Janice had expensive taste and all together the cooking dishes and strainers had cost me about $500.00. I figured Janice really wanted the dishes and strainers because she had continuously asked for them for Christmas months prior to Christmas. All the sudden, after Christmas, they were crappy gifts. Janice had been complaining since she had opened the gifts from me that they were shitty gifts. I told her she could return them, but she said no. She gave me a hard time for not being more thoughtful. I just felt defeated. How was I supposed to know that she really did not want what she had kept mentioning for months prior to Christmas?!

With Janice completely loaded with alcohol to the point of almost being unable to stand, she decided to go into the kitchen with my mom there and start in on the gifts again. From the kitchen she berated me and the gifts that I had given her for Christmas. She swore about the gifts and was looking at my mom as if my mom would be on her side. It was almost as if she was berating my mom for bringing up a thoughtless, uncaring daughter. She told my mom what I had gotten her and how thoughtless it was with very descriptive words and ignorant language. Dishes and strainers, what a gift!

My mom had never witnessed Janice behave like this before. Janice then started in again on the leather jacket. She told my mom she had no right to come here and buy ‘her wife’ a leather jacket. Janice explained that it was her job to take care of me and that my mom had no place anymore. I tried to stop Janice talking, but she was a bulldozer going full steam ahead. Eventually she stopped and went off to bed. My mom had piped up and told Janice that she would buy me anything she damn well pleased and that she was a selfish bitch for being so ridiculous about the leather jacket and the Christmas presents. I was happy my mom did that.

Once Janice went to bed, I apologized to my mom. I told her I loved her and I went off to bed. I was so embarrassed and uncomfortable. I was so angry. No one treats my mom like Janice did. I would not allow it. I was not sure what I was going to do about it.

The next morning I woke up and I did not smell coffee. Every morning my mom was there she always woke before us and made coffee. Of course this was also something that Janice complained about! Janice was bothered that my mom made so much coffee, even though we drank it all, and that my mom got up so early. I never understood this!

I thought it was very strange that I could not smell coffee. I thought that maybe mom was tired and had slept in. I went downstairs and my mom was not there. I went and peeked in her room and she was not there either. I checked the jacket closet by the front door and her shoes and coat were gone. I called her cell. She was walking to the mall, which was pretty far away. My mom’s health had never been great. She had diabetes and other problems with her blood pressure and pancreas so I was really upset she was trying to walk so far. I asked what street she was at and told her to stay there. I grabbed my coat and keys and went and got her.

When I picked mom up, she was crying. She told me that she had never felt so unwelcome in my home, in her life. Janice had been successful in her attempts to make my mom feel like Janice did not want my mom in our house. I did not know what to do. I told my mom she was always welcome. I told her Janice was having a bit of trouble with drinking again and needed to get it under control. I apologized for Janice’s behaviour and made every excuse in the book for her and then we headed back home.

When I got home I told Janice what had happened and that I was angry at her. She turned everything around as she always did. My mom was being a drama queen and trying to manipulate me. My mom hated her so she was trying to get between us. Name it, Janice said it! Everything was either my fault or my mom’s fault. Janice took no blame for anything. The truth was that everything that Janice said about my mom was what Janice herself was doing to my mom and me. I just did not realize it at the time. I was so confused, shocked and caught up in the whirlwind of chaos that Janice created, I could not even think clearly.

The cat was out of the bag now though. With our marriage, Janice no longer hid her true self from my family. I think what had happened was that Janice just could not hide her true self anymore. Her true nature started to show its ugly face. My mom got to witness it first hand and it was not pleasant. It also confirmed my parents’ suspicions about Janice and our relationship. I was in a bad relationship and in it over my head. The only problem was, my parents could not end the relationship for me. I was the one that had to take care of this problem called Janice.

More of the adventure in these posts:

• This Problem Called Janice!
• And Then I Cried!
• Those Damn Little Seeds
• Who Made Me A Martyr
• Out Of Control

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