FUCK FUCK FUCK, NOT AGAIN
For all of those who know, I live with my parents. I'm twenty six and live on my own for quite some time. Circumstances brought me home and I'm trying to make the best of it and not repeat some mistakes from the past. One of those mistakes is the relationship my mother and I have.
I understand what a change this was for my parents. It was a giant and un-welcomed change for me. So I'm trying my best to keep peace and bite my tongue. But today...my mom acted like her old self again.
I was baking a pie I think they were anxious to eat it. It baked for the allotted time and it needed to cool. My dad told my mom that it looked runny and of course she had to come out of her room to school me on the fine art of pie baking. But her tone and volume of voice was what pissed me off. I don't understand why she would be upset. I don't remember exactly what she said but that isn't the point of my venting. It was the fact that she made an effort to give me directives when they were not needed.
I'm so conflicted right now. I love my parents and they are helping me out.I don't want to fall into the love hate pattern i previously had with my mom. I also have to take into account that my mom can't walk. What she can do on her own is limited, she needs to feel needed and her opinions valued. In addition, she is very forgetful and has difficulty remembering and speaking clearly is beginning to be hard for her. So making sure she adds her two fucking cents on how to bake a fucking frozen fucking pie is important to her. I'll just bite my tongue and learn to enjoy the taste of blood. 4 more months.
please! any encouraging words?
I understand what a change this was for my parents. It was a giant and un-welcomed change for me. So I'm trying my best to keep peace and bite my tongue. But today...my mom acted like her old self again.
I was baking a pie I think they were anxious to eat it. It baked for the allotted time and it needed to cool. My dad told my mom that it looked runny and of course she had to come out of her room to school me on the fine art of pie baking. But her tone and volume of voice was what pissed me off. I don't understand why she would be upset. I don't remember exactly what she said but that isn't the point of my venting. It was the fact that she made an effort to give me directives when they were not needed.
I'm so conflicted right now. I love my parents and they are helping me out.I don't want to fall into the love hate pattern i previously had with my mom. I also have to take into account that my mom can't walk. What she can do on her own is limited, she needs to feel needed and her opinions valued. In addition, she is very forgetful and has difficulty remembering and speaking clearly is beginning to be hard for her. So making sure she adds her two fucking cents on how to bake a fucking frozen fucking pie is important to her. I'll just bite my tongue and learn to enjoy the taste of blood. 4 more months.
please! any encouraging words?