just have to get something off of my chest quickly
ugh...she's at it again. my mother. slowly turning into the thing she hates most. her mother.and tonight was another wonderful example
Alright, so when we lived in Carrolltown, I had this really nice green mountain bike...I loved it. So we moved to Ebensburg, and about a year or so later I asked her to go get my bike...since she had the SUV and could fit into her car. I asked her this a few times before she finally came back and said: The seat is torn off or up and it's all beat up. So...okkay...that birthday she buys me this new bike, which is really nice, but I don't ride it much especially the past few years. So then the next year or so, my mother and I go down there...probably for car stuff and someone was riding the bike and left it out on the front patio. It looks exactly the way it did when I left it, not beaten up, with the seat still in tact....so, mom lied to me once again.
So I took the new bike to replace the old bike that she was too damn lazy to bringg up. It was a birthday present, I assume that it's my property, right? Okay, so i don't ride it hat much and I don't care if when Mom and Dr/ Bates go biking with people and bring it with them, I still now where it is.
Well, I went down into the basement tonight because I wanted to try using it some since I'm trying to get back into the wroking out crap, and it wasn't there...there were two ten speeds, I think one is my mom's, and two other mtns, one of which I think was Dr Bates'. Mine was nowhere to be found. So I asked my mother and she was like oh, I lent it to Kimmy, it's been up in Carrolltown for a while. (OMFG!!!!) and she only used it once (and worse, she asked me why I just didn't use Bates' bike, I wanted to fucking strangle her at that point)...And mom kept saying well she only used it once to me, while I was trying to make her understand that it's technically my property and she has no right to just give it away (especially with the plethora of bikes in the basement already) to someone with out telling me...I mean, if she would have told me, I would have probably said sure considering the perrson it was being lent to, but at least have the fucking decency to bother telling me...god only knows when I'm going to get it back, and it what condition and I'm probably moving soon so that means that if I don't get it back by then, I won't...plain and simple
You know this incident just reminds me, yet again how little mom's gives a damn for any of my possessions...she just moves them and sticks them in corners and in the attic-also without telling me- and doesn't realize that they make be valable to me at all...it's just all either junk or she someohow has somekind of a claim to do what she wants to do with it without my knowing.
Alright, I know this isn't that important...I just needed to get it out of my system before I onceagain repress it or take it out on someone who doesn't deserve it.
Alright, so when we lived in Carrolltown, I had this really nice green mountain bike...I loved it. So we moved to Ebensburg, and about a year or so later I asked her to go get my bike...since she had the SUV and could fit into her car. I asked her this a few times before she finally came back and said: The seat is torn off or up and it's all beat up. So...okkay...that birthday she buys me this new bike, which is really nice, but I don't ride it much especially the past few years. So then the next year or so, my mother and I go down there...probably for car stuff and someone was riding the bike and left it out on the front patio. It looks exactly the way it did when I left it, not beaten up, with the seat still in tact....so, mom lied to me once again.
So I took the new bike to replace the old bike that she was too damn lazy to bringg up. It was a birthday present, I assume that it's my property, right? Okay, so i don't ride it hat much and I don't care if when Mom and Dr/ Bates go biking with people and bring it with them, I still now where it is.
Well, I went down into the basement tonight because I wanted to try using it some since I'm trying to get back into the wroking out crap, and it wasn't there...there were two ten speeds, I think one is my mom's, and two other mtns, one of which I think was Dr Bates'. Mine was nowhere to be found. So I asked my mother and she was like oh, I lent it to Kimmy, it's been up in Carrolltown for a while. (OMFG!!!!) and she only used it once (and worse, she asked me why I just didn't use Bates' bike, I wanted to fucking strangle her at that point)...And mom kept saying well she only used it once to me, while I was trying to make her understand that it's technically my property and she has no right to just give it away (especially with the plethora of bikes in the basement already) to someone with out telling me...I mean, if she would have told me, I would have probably said sure considering the perrson it was being lent to, but at least have the fucking decency to bother telling me...god only knows when I'm going to get it back, and it what condition and I'm probably moving soon so that means that if I don't get it back by then, I won't...plain and simple
You know this incident just reminds me, yet again how little mom's gives a damn for any of my possessions...she just moves them and sticks them in corners and in the attic-also without telling me- and doesn't realize that they make be valable to me at all...it's just all either junk or she someohow has somekind of a claim to do what she wants to do with it without my knowing.
Alright, I know this isn't that important...I just needed to get it out of my system before I onceagain repress it or take it out on someone who doesn't deserve it.