Apr 19, 2010 23:59
I cannot believe my mom sometimes.
I told her I was not going to Easter. I said NO because it is triggering. I can't handle the Easter food. I can't stand her unstable habits. I feel so alone when I think about what she has done to me. I feel so disrespected. I often feel like I don't even have a mom.
I don't have a mom to hit the shopping outlets with. To gossip about men with. To help me through my life.
Guess what was in my fucking Easter basket?
(First of all, YES, SHE GOT ME ONE. FUCKING A)
CANDY.
WHAT. THE. FUCK.
CANDY?! To the recovering bulimic daughter WHOSAIDNOTOEVENNONFOODITEMS?! WHAT THE FUCK.
(Hey girl - I'm very proud of you too!! That is WONDERFUL news!!! Do not worry about Easter - I understand. I do have a basket for you -but it is definitely - food free. It has other goodies in it - would you accept that?
I did not know you had Lyme disease - poor baby. When did you find out you had that??
Luv you
xxx
Mom)
^ Mom sent me that when I told her I wasn't going to Easter...
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My mom got a DUI 3 weeks ago.
She did not tell me.
I'm starting to think I need to cut her out of my life entirely. What a painful thought.