Cruel Mother

Today I was at the Police Station - my mother has told people I dobbed my sister in dealing drugs. My sister got raided and there is the tax audit of her indoor plant hire business. Things hit the fan. My mother would not open the screen door for my wife and my daughters and I. My daughter was sobbing as my sister spat obscenities and said she would bur my house down. And that I would get bashed.

A truly awful day - the worst day of my life for many years.

My sister has always been in the drug scene - always since 16, and always her boyfriends and the whole scene has always had drugs not far out of reach. So when they started renovating their home, putting on a deck and a swimming pool and buying caravans and 4WDs and motorbikes all the while saying their indoor plant hire business was failing - you get the picture.

So they were raided in early December and the tax office demanded their files for an audit of their tax history.

And where do I fit in?

Well, I have been blamed as the one who called the cops.

Completely fucking Bullshit. Not true. I simply did not do it.

So when my sister hisses she will have someone burn down my house, that men are coming to punch me out, that I better watch my back, I am seriously worried. That's when I left and went with my family to the Police Station.

Now, somehow, I have to prove that I didn't do it.

But what really kills me, what really hurts inside my heart, is the fact that my mother, Margaret, called me this morning to tell me what had happened, and that I was of course the sole suspect for calling the drug squad.

My own mother, calling me out for putting the police on my sister. And standing there, behind her screen door, blinking as though it is a verified truth.  It is not.  I did not do it.

At once I felt the sheer surge of red pulsing anger well up inside me, and as she bumbled through her reasoning, my heart trilled like fingertips on a drum, I breathed and came to see her for what she has become. A weak willed plaything to be manipulated by my sister at will. To be pitied. I wanted to hit out and cry all at the same time.

Minutes later I was dictating the incident through thick glass at the Police Station.