Where Do I Begin?
So, I went to Vegas with my mother, my half sister, and my mother's friend. It was great until my mother opened her mouth. Once that happened, all bets (no pun intended) were off.
My mother is not the most active person. She would rather just stay in her hotel room. I mentioned that to her and she went laid into me. We finally got to the Hoover Dam after solitude at the Luxor. We got out of the car and I wanted to jump in between Arizona and Nevada. She laid into me hard. At this point, she ruins the trip for me. I went back to the car and waited for the rest to get back to the car so that we can go back to the hotel. My mother pretty much said that I do not amount to anything and I am too childish for her tastes. May I add that her friend acts the same as I do. In addition, may I add that she treats her friend more like a daughter than she does her own daughters. I let everything boil over. I was upset. Not that the fact that she yelled at me constantly during the "vacation," but because I wanted to tell her that she was treating me differently while her friend is treated wonderfully. I did not want to make her friend uncomfortable. She does not deserve that. By the end of the "vacation," I realized it is best that my mother stays in Iraq and not come back for a long time.
When I got back to Austin, I am now preparing myself to move back to Houston. No one has taken responsibility to assist my grandmother. Someone has to do something and per usual it is me. Yet, I will come back with a new attitude and lease on life. I will not let people walk over me. I will not be anyone's whipping child.
With this move, I am having difficulty having people help me with the move. So, I am going to have to do something. It's going to be arduous, but it will be worth it. I do not have to work for AT&T anymore. :-)
Anyway, back to work. Catch ya later.
My mother is not the most active person. She would rather just stay in her hotel room. I mentioned that to her and she went laid into me. We finally got to the Hoover Dam after solitude at the Luxor. We got out of the car and I wanted to jump in between Arizona and Nevada. She laid into me hard. At this point, she ruins the trip for me. I went back to the car and waited for the rest to get back to the car so that we can go back to the hotel. My mother pretty much said that I do not amount to anything and I am too childish for her tastes. May I add that her friend acts the same as I do. In addition, may I add that she treats her friend more like a daughter than she does her own daughters. I let everything boil over. I was upset. Not that the fact that she yelled at me constantly during the "vacation," but because I wanted to tell her that she was treating me differently while her friend is treated wonderfully. I did not want to make her friend uncomfortable. She does not deserve that. By the end of the "vacation," I realized it is best that my mother stays in Iraq and not come back for a long time.
When I got back to Austin, I am now preparing myself to move back to Houston. No one has taken responsibility to assist my grandmother. Someone has to do something and per usual it is me. Yet, I will come back with a new attitude and lease on life. I will not let people walk over me. I will not be anyone's whipping child.
With this move, I am having difficulty having people help me with the move. So, I am going to have to do something. It's going to be arduous, but it will be worth it. I do not have to work for AT&T anymore. :-)
Anyway, back to work. Catch ya later.