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after the first day went so well, i should have known to just pack up and leave. my mother is driving me insane with her passive-aggressive neurotic nitpicking. i want to throttle her one minute, i feel sorry for her the next... it's insane. i didn't realize until this trip just how damaging she can be. nothing is ever right. nothing is ever good enough. if i'm doing well, then i'm in trouble for not making katie do better.
we went out for easter, just me, my mom and dad. my dad ordered a martini (and it was happy hour, so they gave him two) and my mom got all mad at him for drinking. he ordered me a glass of wine to go with my dinner, and she got upset about that too. then my dad got mad back at her for treating him like a child. and i just sat there, the only one smiling, wondering how quickly i could get out of it.
my mom came to keep me company in my room while i was going through all my old stuff--bad idea. she kept wincing at all the old books and toys i was just getting rid of. i'm sorry, but i just can't feel bad about it. i don't have the space for all that crap, and i know she's dying to turn my room into something else, so the only place for it to go is trash. and half the stuff i don't even remember playing with when i was a kid. i kept anything i recognized, to save for my own daughter.
but it's like i had one really nice day with her, and then it all went to hell.
my head hurts. all the time.
we went out for easter, just me, my mom and dad. my dad ordered a martini (and it was happy hour, so they gave him two) and my mom got all mad at him for drinking. he ordered me a glass of wine to go with my dinner, and she got upset about that too. then my dad got mad back at her for treating him like a child. and i just sat there, the only one smiling, wondering how quickly i could get out of it.
my mom came to keep me company in my room while i was going through all my old stuff--bad idea. she kept wincing at all the old books and toys i was just getting rid of. i'm sorry, but i just can't feel bad about it. i don't have the space for all that crap, and i know she's dying to turn my room into something else, so the only place for it to go is trash. and half the stuff i don't even remember playing with when i was a kid. i kept anything i recognized, to save for my own daughter.
but it's like i had one really nice day with her, and then it all went to hell.
my head hurts. all the time.