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Dad seems in a much better mood today, and he gave me some details of the final breakup at Ruth's place. What a wacko she is.

She met him at the door, all dressed up for the dancing class they usually attend on Tuesdays, but holding his toothbrush. Then she pitched a big fit about Sunday night. Her friends came over for the afternoon and evening, I think I mentioned how annoyed by that I was, that she invited HER friends to OUR house.

Apparently she was still pissed about the morning's fight over the kitchen table. She and the female friend set up a scrabble game at the table, and she didn't move until dinner time. (A good 3 and a half hours) Dad (and I, because he practically begged me too) cooked and set up the whole thing. Dad set the table, made the chicken, I made the mashed potatoes and vegetables. Ruth had a million criticisms about all of it. Why did he cook the chicken that way? Why did he set the table that way, using the paper plates and plastic cups instead of the china? Why did he make those vegetables? When he asked her if it was such a problem, why didn't she get off her ass and help, she said she might have, if I hadn't BARGED IN and took over. Really.

I guess that was the last straw for Dad. She told him he had no social graces or skills, no ability to treat guests properly. She's so full of shit she squeaks. They were HER guests- if she wanted something different, she should have got off her ass and done it. And apparently, while Dad's friends Freddi and Eddie are, in her words, fat. lazy and stupid, I didn't see any difference in the male half of the couple. Les, the husband, was extremely obese, with a myriad of health problems. He sat on the couch without moving, watching football and then falling asleep. He said 3 words the whole day.

As Dad tried to leave, she wouldn't let him go. She kept saying "you'll be living with Andrea the rest of your life, say it, say it, say it,". getting progressively more hysterical. Dad didn't actually tell me that part- he told my sister, who told me. Nutcase.

Dad told me this afternoon that Lainie, the woman he dated during his last breakup with Ruth, told him that the people at the social club where they met had a nickname for Ruth- disturbed. When an entire group of people call you disturbed, you might have issues.

I'm hoping this will be the last post I ever make about Ruth. I truly apologize to everyone who's endured these horrific rambling posts. But thank you for listening, because I sure as hell needed it.

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