*sigh*
My mom just sent me a box of chocolates for Valentine's Day. If you know me at all you know how weird that is.
In true fashion there is no letter, no note, nothing to dispell the awkwardness. Just a little thing that says "Happy Valentine's Day 2006 (ha, wrong year) Love Mom". There is never any acknowledgement that we have anything less than a normal relationship. It's so off. I want to mention, hey, remember how we haven't spoken in years?
I don't really know how to respond to it. I feel rude if I don't respond at all, but I honestly don't know what I would say anyway. And then again, rudeness is something that seems to prevail in our interactions.
Blah. Yeah, so I like to compartmentalize my painful situations away from my everyday life. I don't feel bad about it. It's the only way to get through sometimes. I've tried confronting it and it doesn't seem to do any good. I'm always the one who ends up getting hurt.
In true fashion there is no letter, no note, nothing to dispell the awkwardness. Just a little thing that says "Happy Valentine's Day 2006 (ha, wrong year) Love Mom". There is never any acknowledgement that we have anything less than a normal relationship. It's so off. I want to mention, hey, remember how we haven't spoken in years?
I don't really know how to respond to it. I feel rude if I don't respond at all, but I honestly don't know what I would say anyway. And then again, rudeness is something that seems to prevail in our interactions.
Blah. Yeah, so I like to compartmentalize my painful situations away from my everyday life. I don't feel bad about it. It's the only way to get through sometimes. I've tried confronting it and it doesn't seem to do any good. I'm always the one who ends up getting hurt.