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sheesh! I HATE living at home. the only reasons my mom ever opens her mouth is to bitch at me about money or to basically tell me she doesnt think im capable of taking care of myself. GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
I needed a good cry about all this shit a long time ago, but i pushed it down and its so over due that i just....i just dont even know how to respond anymore. its like the sadness is so deep that it just sits and burns away in my stomach.
i could take all the money mongering and nagging and lack of trust in me if she just had one thing. support. if i felt like she even supported me the TINYEST bit in the choice i've made...in what i want to do with my life...in what im doing RIGHT NOW. if she exhibited the least amount of interest in what i talk about or am passionate about.......
but instead she goes: "uh huh, ok."
jeezus, she couldnt even make it to my myth project...the FIRST TIME i would publically perform all year. it was 'too long of a drive and she would get home too late at night." too long for what? for your oldest kids dreams?
i feel like such a baby right now. but i know im right. i guess its ok to be hurt when you know its justified.