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So, my mother. I realize in many respects she's kind of an awesome mom and that I'm SUPER lucky to have her in my life, but the older I get, the more I am coming to terms with the fact that she's...well, crazy. I love her to pieces, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I want to smack her and be all, "JFC WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM, WOMAN?"
Case #1 in point: She has not commented on my weight loss. Ever. The most she has come saying anything is to remark that it's "really great" that Mr. Foxx and I are taking working out and eating healthy seriously. Never mind the fact that I've lost over 20 pounds and even the effing dental hygienist has complimented me on looking good. I mean, I know my grandmother was especially hard on my mom growing up in regards to her own weight, and that my mom has never, ever put pressure on me to lose weight, but still. STILL. Would it hurt to at least say something? I just cannot stop being irritated about this.
Case #2 in point: When I told her I'd seen Sherlock Holmes three times, we had this exchange:
Mom: [makes a face] I thought you'd grown out of that.
Me: Grown out of what, really liking a movie?
Mom: No, this obsessive streak you have.
Now, it should be pointed out that my brother, who is fifteen years older than me, REPEATEDLY sees movies two or more times. He is currently freaking out that he can't see Avatar in IMAX again. I saw Iron Man twice with her and she didn't make a single comment to that. And yet, seeing Sherlock Holmes three times is CRAZY. Oh my god. And I am no more obsessive than my brother, who buys Blu-Ray DVDs like they're going out of style and subscribes to every movie magazine in existence.
UGH, MY MOTHER, IDEK.
Case #1 in point: She has not commented on my weight loss. Ever. The most she has come saying anything is to remark that it's "really great" that Mr. Foxx and I are taking working out and eating healthy seriously. Never mind the fact that I've lost over 20 pounds and even the effing dental hygienist has complimented me on looking good. I mean, I know my grandmother was especially hard on my mom growing up in regards to her own weight, and that my mom has never, ever put pressure on me to lose weight, but still. STILL. Would it hurt to at least say something? I just cannot stop being irritated about this.
Case #2 in point: When I told her I'd seen Sherlock Holmes three times, we had this exchange:
Mom: [makes a face] I thought you'd grown out of that.
Me: Grown out of what, really liking a movie?
Mom: No, this obsessive streak you have.
Now, it should be pointed out that my brother, who is fifteen years older than me, REPEATEDLY sees movies two or more times. He is currently freaking out that he can't see Avatar in IMAX again. I saw Iron Man twice with her and she didn't make a single comment to that. And yet, seeing Sherlock Holmes three times is CRAZY. Oh my god. And I am no more obsessive than my brother, who buys Blu-Ray DVDs like they're going out of style and subscribes to every movie magazine in existence.
UGH, MY MOTHER, IDEK.