Who's Keeping score.
I know that keeping tally of gold stars mentally of deeds done or what not is a very unhealthy and problematic thing to do. But everyone does it and I want to rant on about something going on right now so bare with me.
So the topic is my mother and the damages she causes.
So lets start with a pre-story so you can all fallow the upcoming rant.
Back in April my mother calls me out to the kitchen to talk with our wobbly neighbor about some birthday party he wants help with for his girlfriend so my mom offers up to cook her an entire banquet style dinner and offers me to make up some concocted scavenger hunt for the his girlfriends present.
Not a real big deal cause I love scavenger hunts. Never been on one myself I always end up making things like that for others don't know how it always works out that way but it does.
The only thing weird about this story is that I do not know why my mom did all the food and work when she cant stand the neighbors girlfriend and calls her a stupid wench the entire time.But she did it and it turned out to be a great day for the neighbor and his girlfriend.
Ok fast forward. **Impending Rant**
My birthday is in 8 days
Theres nothing to report cause theres nothing
happening. My mother prepares a banquet for a neighbor's girlfriend she hates, but for a daughter of her own nothing. Not like I have the need for a banquet or a big party but a hostess cupcake with a stupid candle would have made me happy. and even that was to much for her to grasp.
*Smacks self* I know that I shouldn't care and by now I should be used to it. and that there are people out there right now thinking that I should just make my own birthday happy for myself blah blah thats not the point. about the entire rant.
The point is that from were I stand my mother cares more about some one she hates then her own daughter and no matter how much I get adjusted to her bullshit that always hurts when I can see it driven home like that.
And I hate that its some kind of tally thing in my head but wow I am kinda past sad and more leaning towards angry.
So heres where life comes in just to piss on me while I am down. My mothers dog trys to use my computer desk to jump out a window and kills my brand new computer monitor. So I have a small crappy old OLD 16bit monitor loaner from the guy who fixed my pc. but its really not working cause I am blind as a bat and its like 17 inch maybe. and so yeah we wont even go there. cause all I planned for my birthday is to play one of my online games. thats all I wanted to do. and some how me not doing that is still connected to my mother. blah
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So the topic is my mother and the damages she causes.
So lets start with a pre-story so you can all fallow the upcoming rant.
Back in April my mother calls me out to the kitchen to talk with our wobbly neighbor about some birthday party he wants help with for his girlfriend so my mom offers up to cook her an entire banquet style dinner and offers me to make up some concocted scavenger hunt for the his girlfriends present.
Not a real big deal cause I love scavenger hunts. Never been on one myself I always end up making things like that for others don't know how it always works out that way but it does.
The only thing weird about this story is that I do not know why my mom did all the food and work when she cant stand the neighbors girlfriend and calls her a stupid wench the entire time.But she did it and it turned out to be a great day for the neighbor and his girlfriend.
Ok fast forward. **Impending Rant**
My birthday is in 8 days
Theres nothing to report cause theres nothing
happening. My mother prepares a banquet for a neighbor's girlfriend she hates, but for a daughter of her own nothing. Not like I have the need for a banquet or a big party but a hostess cupcake with a stupid candle would have made me happy. and even that was to much for her to grasp.
*Smacks self* I know that I shouldn't care and by now I should be used to it. and that there are people out there right now thinking that I should just make my own birthday happy for myself blah blah thats not the point. about the entire rant.
The point is that from were I stand my mother cares more about some one she hates then her own daughter and no matter how much I get adjusted to her bullshit that always hurts when I can see it driven home like that.
And I hate that its some kind of tally thing in my head but wow I am kinda past sad and more leaning towards angry.
So heres where life comes in just to piss on me while I am down. My mothers dog trys to use my computer desk to jump out a window and kills my brand new computer monitor. So I have a small crappy old OLD 16bit monitor loaner from the guy who fixed my pc. but its really not working cause I am blind as a bat and its like 17 inch maybe. and so yeah we wont even go there. cause all I planned for my birthday is to play one of my online games. thats all I wanted to do. and some how me not doing that is still connected to my mother. blah
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