Where did you go instead?

I would never talk to her again. Seriously. That is such an egregious (you'd know that word if you'd gone to Yale) assault on your life.

I know it was 17 years ago but I would be furious and unforgiving. And what the hell was the grand occasion for her telling you now? Just to make you feel bad? What a childish and insecure bitch of a mother you have.

To all those wondering, I went to Vandy and loved it---met the missus at frosh orientation. I found out about Yale on Sunday (my FML was probably approved on Monday), when my family and I stayed with my mother over the weekend. She lives alone in an adjacent state (my parents divorced when I was seven), so she's always trying to convince my wife and I to drive our children up for visits (we live eight hours away). My wife has never liked my mother, but we've always politely humored her, attributing her assbitch tendencies to a life of bitter loneliness. My mom's always been a dick, but she's the type of person that nice people can put up with if they really give a reluctant effort to. Sunday night, my mother was uncharacteristically pleasant, which occassionally happens when she desperately misses company and wants to guilt trip us into visiting her more often, so, feeling bad, my wife and I decided to stay up and chat with her over wine after we put our kids to bed. (We usually retire to our guest room, because she never fails to insult my homemaker-with-a-PhD wife when it's just us adults around.) As we lounged around her fireplace drinking, our conversation turned to my days as a young man, with my mother sharing countless memories of my embarrassing adventures and habits. When we got to talking about my past romances, my mother casually laughed and said, "You know, you never would've met Alecs (my wife) had you gone to Yale." I'd come to full terms with my Yale rejection during my first week at Vandy, so, in good humor, I chuckled and said, "But I didn't." My mother's memory of her evil deed must've slipped her mind then, because she replied increduously with, "You could've, but you chose Vanderbilt over Yale!" I remember giving her a ridiculous look. "Yale never accepted me, mom." She then gave ME a ridiculous look: "How can you forget getting into YALE?!" At this point, she froze. Of course, this led to a long moment of stunned silence as my wife and I slowly absorbed this new piece of information. Almost immediately after, my mom tried to excuse herself to the washroom, but I refused to let her by without an explanation. She completely denied everything she had said, going so far as to say that she'd confused me with someone else, insisting that it was actually "Maxwell", my childhood neighbors' son, who had gotten into Yale, not me. Uh, wrong. Max was a friend/classmate of mine, and he ended up at our local junior college because he couldn't spell 'building'. (He spelled it B-I-L-L-D-I-N-G, lol. But in all seriousness, he's a great, strait-laced guy with a knack for witty humor.) I knew my mother was hiding something from me, but her secrecy didn't make any sense, as I had received an "actual" rejection letter from Yale years ago. Things basically escalated from there until all three of us were raging and foaming at the mouth (that's my wife for ya!). My mother eventually broke down in angry tears, screeching and shrieking that she had burned my shit because she didn't want me to do better than her (we believe she's also jealous my wife for having a loving and functional family, because my mother never fails to criticize her for her lack of "professional success", unlike her, an affluent and retired accountant, even though Ellora's more educated. It's like she's trying to make herself feel better and justify her otherwise empty life). Needless to say, her hysteria and our loud voices woke my kids, causing my seven-month-old to bawl nonstop and my four-year-old twins to toddle into the hall, sleepily asking why we made "mee-maw cwy", ughhh. Of course, we packed our stuff immediately and drove home that night. My wife was just as mad as I was about the whole injustice, but she's glad that we won't have to put up with my mom's shit anymore. Yesterday, we had to explain to our twins that they won't be seeing grandma for a long, long time. As they're very young, we only said that mee-maw had decided to see the entire world and hadn't decided on a return date. They didn't mind, but wanted for us to tell mee-maw to get them "sheeshells" from the beach. Ah, kids.

Hey, I sure as hell believe you!!. MY "mother" is a cold, heartless, deceitful bitch. She hates children but had three. Told us many times she would've aborted us if abortion would've been legal when she conceived. Hit us, yelled at us and later, as adults, stole money from us. ( amongst other horrible things). So I believe she did exactly what you say she did!

That bitch!

Your mother is a psychotic bitch!

What a pathetic piece of shit. Let that bitch rot.

What the **** lol.

WTF!! Who does that!!!!