The Devil’s Laughter

My long lost half-brother randomly contacted me the other day. Clearly not one for small talk, he cut right to the depressing stuff and informed me that his mom is battling anorexia and alcoholism. Eating disorder is a battle close to my own heart so even though I don’t know his mother personally, I find this to be sad and upsetting news.

Forgetting that my mom is a hard and bitter woman who lacks the capacity for empathy, I decided to share this news with her — a decision I immediately regretted when I heard her response, which went something like:  ”REALLY? Mwah-ha-ha-ha-ha….” I chose not to say anything about the obvious insensitivity and meanness of her laughter. It would be pointless. But inside I was screaming, “BITCH, YOU’RE THE REASON I NEED TO ADD ALCOHOL TO MY OWN EATING DISORDER.”