My brother is married. His wife's alright, but her mother is possibly the worst human being I have ever met. Let's call her Hannah.
The first time I met her, I was pulled out of a lunch break in order to just 'pop out to meet her real quick' while at work. Just my brother's spouse and her mother. We made some small talk because I had nothing in common with her menthol-smelling boomerness, but it was nothing outside the pale for meeting someone for the first time under frazzled circumstances. I excused myself to return to work because I knew I was running behind on a task, and I hear her say to my brother's wife, "Oh, well you know the LastNameHeres. They're all a bit slow. It must run in the family." She and my brother's wife laughed.
My brother is on the spectrum. I'm not, but that isn't really the issue, here. At the time, I pretended not to hear and just fumed about it because I was in a shitty retail job and needed to keep working to not get fired so I could get my 7 bucks an hour while murdering my body. Luckily, this woman never turns up anywhere. No family functions, no gatherings, so I just let it slide off of my back. Today, my mom called to set up our first 'post-covid' family gathering, and off-handedly mentioned that she'd be inviting Hannah.
It has to have been over ten years since that first exchange, but the stars aligned and a wire just snapped and I was sick of keeping it to myself. So I shared the story with my mom.
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"Oh. Well, you can sit at opposite ends of the table." My mom suggested.
Flabbergasted, I repeated, "Mom. The very first time I met her, she called Brothersname slow and implied the same about me."
"Well... you know, you don't have to take that in." My mother said, blindsided and trying to placate.
"No, I know," I snapped, "But I'm anxious and depressed and it takes real fucking effort for me to get out of the house, and I'm not doing it for someone who called us slow."
"That doesn't mean you have to take it to heart." My mom suggested.
I hung up.
I feel like the worst person ever right now because my mom has been pinning a lot of hope on this idyllic picnic where we all get together and things are normal, but I'm not breaking bread with that woman voluntarily. If that's the sort of things she says in public, with me in fucking earshot, then I'm quite certain she's probably using slurs in private. I don't need her ugliness in my life.
...So yeah. Angry. Had to vent it somewhere, because I'm not great at sticking up for myself all the time. Go fuck yourself, Hannah.
Edit: Thankfully, my mom called me back, and pivoted to a plan that didn't involve Hannah. Yay.