I have serious mommy issues....
Like any of you reall care. *chuckles*
But yea.
I've had a shitty day.
It's crazy how life has such sudden ups and downs.
I was freakin out about getting all of my work down before I met with my teacher today,
Turns out I didn't even need half of the work I did done yet. I was stressing for nothing.
Mom was late picking me up too, like always.
Thankfully my teacher is cool.
We had lunch with her ass of a boyfriend,
Which was interested, because Aaron and I ACTUALLY bonded a litle today.
She dropped me off at home after, and Ry-Bry came over.
We were SUPPOSED to be dying material.... didn't happen.
I still have sooo much to do before faire on friday.... AHHH!!
My mom was late getting the hotel room we were getting to sew in.
We took Ryan home and then went back to the room.
Everything went downhill from there....
Ok, for those of you who don't know,
My mom left my family when I was 10.
Everything that a mom was supposed to do,
I had to do from there on.
Cook, clean, take care of my sister,
I had to do it all.
My mom had never really been there for me,
So in reality, I kinda had to learn to be a woman on my own.
I did a pretty shitty job of learning that too. ;-)
Anywho...
So my our relationship kinda sucks.
So tonight, she promised she'd help me get my garb done for faire this weekend.
Yea, I know, last minute.
I've been asking her for weeks to get my sewing machine out of storage.
And she finally got it out yeaterday.
So we go back to the room and get everything situated.
My little sister calls and wants to be picked up,
My mom does that while I sort out the patterns.
We cut the first few pieces with little arguement.
Then it starts to get difficult and my mom turns into Super Bitch.
Aaron, her boyfriend, proves her wrong on one thing and she quits the project.
Aaron ended up cutting out alot of the fabric.
She didn't tell me all the little tricks to her machine either,
So when I went to use it,
She had all the wrong settings on it(which she said were right)
Basically, they were wrong and the needle and foot breaks,
Both flying up at my face.
It hurt, alot.
So I'm fixing the machine and she tells me to quit.
I got a little upset, knowing I wouldn't have enough time tomorrow.
She bitches at me somemore.
She tells me that we'll take the work to a tailor in the morning.
I got a little more upset, because this was a project WE were supposed to be doing, but I drop the issue.
She still bitches at me.
Whatever.
I go outside to have a smoke.(my little sister was sleeping, and already complaining about the smoke in the room)
Half-way through my grit, a creepy old man walks up to me.
I get up and walk to the hotel room door,
My mom was standing at the door,
She got all pissed off when I got inside,
Telling me I was careless and I could have gotten kidnapped an raped.
(Even though I was sitting outside next to a trashcan like, 2 doors down from our room. But you, she wouldn't have heard me scream if it came down to it.*sarcasim*)
Yea, I told her to just take me home.
After we got there,
And my little sister had take all the stuff in the house with the help of my mom,
We sat down for a "heart-to-heart."
She goes on telling me I'm upset for nothing.
Yadayadayada.
She gets upset when I ignore the hurtful words spilling out of her mouth and she gets up.
She walks down to her car, turns around and almost screams on the top of her lungs,
"I'M SO FUCKING SORRY I DO A HORRIBLE JOB AT BEING A MOTHER!"
MY brother-in-law looked out his window across the street as she sped off in anger.
It was bad.
I don't feel bad for her feeling or saying that though.
She really has done a horrible job at being a mother in so many aspects.
Or maybe I just have to many deep receeded mommy issues.....
But yea.
I've had a shitty day.
It's crazy how life has such sudden ups and downs.
I was freakin out about getting all of my work down before I met with my teacher today,
Turns out I didn't even need half of the work I did done yet. I was stressing for nothing.
Mom was late picking me up too, like always.
Thankfully my teacher is cool.
We had lunch with her ass of a boyfriend,
Which was interested, because Aaron and I ACTUALLY bonded a litle today.
She dropped me off at home after, and Ry-Bry came over.
We were SUPPOSED to be dying material.... didn't happen.
I still have sooo much to do before faire on friday.... AHHH!!
My mom was late getting the hotel room we were getting to sew in.
We took Ryan home and then went back to the room.
Everything went downhill from there....
Ok, for those of you who don't know,
My mom left my family when I was 10.
Everything that a mom was supposed to do,
I had to do from there on.
Cook, clean, take care of my sister,
I had to do it all.
My mom had never really been there for me,
So in reality, I kinda had to learn to be a woman on my own.
I did a pretty shitty job of learning that too. ;-)
Anywho...
So my our relationship kinda sucks.
So tonight, she promised she'd help me get my garb done for faire this weekend.
Yea, I know, last minute.
I've been asking her for weeks to get my sewing machine out of storage.
And she finally got it out yeaterday.
So we go back to the room and get everything situated.
My little sister calls and wants to be picked up,
My mom does that while I sort out the patterns.
We cut the first few pieces with little arguement.
Then it starts to get difficult and my mom turns into Super Bitch.
Aaron, her boyfriend, proves her wrong on one thing and she quits the project.
Aaron ended up cutting out alot of the fabric.
She didn't tell me all the little tricks to her machine either,
So when I went to use it,
She had all the wrong settings on it(which she said were right)
Basically, they were wrong and the needle and foot breaks,
Both flying up at my face.
It hurt, alot.
So I'm fixing the machine and she tells me to quit.
I got a little upset, knowing I wouldn't have enough time tomorrow.
She bitches at me somemore.
She tells me that we'll take the work to a tailor in the morning.
I got a little more upset, because this was a project WE were supposed to be doing, but I drop the issue.
She still bitches at me.
Whatever.
I go outside to have a smoke.(my little sister was sleeping, and already complaining about the smoke in the room)
Half-way through my grit, a creepy old man walks up to me.
I get up and walk to the hotel room door,
My mom was standing at the door,
She got all pissed off when I got inside,
Telling me I was careless and I could have gotten kidnapped an raped.
(Even though I was sitting outside next to a trashcan like, 2 doors down from our room. But you, she wouldn't have heard me scream if it came down to it.*sarcasim*)
Yea, I told her to just take me home.
After we got there,
And my little sister had take all the stuff in the house with the help of my mom,
We sat down for a "heart-to-heart."
She goes on telling me I'm upset for nothing.
Yadayadayada.
She gets upset when I ignore the hurtful words spilling out of her mouth and she gets up.
She walks down to her car, turns around and almost screams on the top of her lungs,
"I'M SO FUCKING SORRY I DO A HORRIBLE JOB AT BEING A MOTHER!"
MY brother-in-law looked out his window across the street as she sped off in anger.
It was bad.
I don't feel bad for her feeling or saying that though.
She really has done a horrible job at being a mother in so many aspects.
Or maybe I just have to many deep receeded mommy issues.....