sappy
I am a sap. I would LOVE to have one of those types of relationships with my mom. The kind where two people can actually talk to each other. Where I can be comfortable and she as well.
My mom claims I throw up the walls. But in my mind, it is her that always has to sabatouge things. She is beyond touch, beyond culpability, beyond reality.
She has to analyze everything. In other words, I can totally TOTALLY relate to the fictional character Julia from NIP/TUCK.
Her mom could be mine, but ten times.
I just want her to realize I am who I am going to be and be okay with that. Yet she claims I never let her be who she is. Whatever. I never follow her around nit picking on her clothes, or her beliefs, or her friends, her house, her style etc.
She is the queen of many things. Displacement. Martaryism, drama, you name it.
She squirms out of any situation that calls attention to any of her short comings. She is Perfect you know. It is the rest of us with faults and problems. Whoa is her since she feels so picked upon.
OH, and she is so not judgemental (eye-roll)
Instead of trying to learn new things, or trying to coexist, or any of that, she just has this better than all attitude and trying to pull the rose colored glasses from upon her face just makes her squirm more. Too bad I actually do love her in some way, otherwise, I would not have such a conscience about what she thinks or how she feels.
I just want to be comfortable. I just want for once, for this family, in its entirety to just chill out and not be so uptight about things.
I am too sick and old for it anymore.
My mom claims I throw up the walls. But in my mind, it is her that always has to sabatouge things. She is beyond touch, beyond culpability, beyond reality.
She has to analyze everything. In other words, I can totally TOTALLY relate to the fictional character Julia from NIP/TUCK.
Her mom could be mine, but ten times.
I just want her to realize I am who I am going to be and be okay with that. Yet she claims I never let her be who she is. Whatever. I never follow her around nit picking on her clothes, or her beliefs, or her friends, her house, her style etc.
She is the queen of many things. Displacement. Martaryism, drama, you name it.
She squirms out of any situation that calls attention to any of her short comings. She is Perfect you know. It is the rest of us with faults and problems. Whoa is her since she feels so picked upon.
OH, and she is so not judgemental (eye-roll)
Instead of trying to learn new things, or trying to coexist, or any of that, she just has this better than all attitude and trying to pull the rose colored glasses from upon her face just makes her squirm more. Too bad I actually do love her in some way, otherwise, I would not have such a conscience about what she thinks or how she feels.
I just want to be comfortable. I just want for once, for this family, in its entirety to just chill out and not be so uptight about things.
I am too sick and old for it anymore.