I come home to see my mother near tears. Apparently, after I left the house this afternoon, everything went wrong. She had trouble with the dishes, tripped over the rug, slammed her shoulder into the table, bashed her hand against a door jam, dropped wet clothes on the way to the dryer. All in all not a great hour!
I tell here that my friend, TG (Tangle Girl), had a rough day too. She said she wanted a giant chocolate bar. Mother's reply?
"If'd get one for her, if I new she'd accept it."
The Fuck?!?! I love that she does this, plays the damned martyr. Its almost like she wants people to hate her to give her an excuse to be this way. She's paranoid and loves to push those fears on me. I'm just not in the damned mood to deal with this! I'm urgy and drinking a beer. Trying to stay away from the sleeping pills, something I do when I don't want to deal with people's shit anymore.
Trying to be good. I'm tired and this is just not helping. She loves to do this, wallow in her misery. I can't be like this.
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