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Well today has been horrible. Continuing the theme of 2006.
My mother ran over Daisy, our basset hound. It's the second dog she's hit in two months. And it was totally her fault. I said as we drove up the driveway "Watch out for Daisy coming on the left". And when she passed the dogs she decided to stomp the gas pedal which is what she did last time when she ran over Ernie's leg. I started screaming not to go so fast. And then we felt a bump and heard a dog screaming. Needless to say I shouted at mother for several minutes and we had to go to the emergency vet. Word has been cautiously optimistic so far but I don't know. I think she has a bruised lung. I'd like to think she's going to get better, but the way this year has gone I won't be betting money on it. It would be horrible if she dies from this. She's been a big help for this year even though she chews on my DVDs. She's been very comforting and playful since my father's death and other bad things that has happened this year. So I hope nothing bad has happened.
Of course, mom and me aren't on speaking terms right now. Heated words were exchanged at the vet and then she made a comment about how I was "taking Dad's place". I didn't appreciate that sarcastic comment very much since she was comparing me to my abusive father. Especially as I've comforted her all these years by hugging and helping talk to her all this time. Especially as I went to a college that I hated every fucking second of, so I could be close in case she needed me. Especially since I didn't tell her about or anyone else about me being depressed since high school because I knew she needed someone who she thought was her "strength". But she decided she wanted to be cute and compare me to my father. And then she came home and started taking down some Christmas decorations because she's trying to prove some sort of point. I won't forget that comparison.
My mother ran over Daisy, our basset hound. It's the second dog she's hit in two months. And it was totally her fault. I said as we drove up the driveway "Watch out for Daisy coming on the left". And when she passed the dogs she decided to stomp the gas pedal which is what she did last time when she ran over Ernie's leg. I started screaming not to go so fast. And then we felt a bump and heard a dog screaming. Needless to say I shouted at mother for several minutes and we had to go to the emergency vet. Word has been cautiously optimistic so far but I don't know. I think she has a bruised lung. I'd like to think she's going to get better, but the way this year has gone I won't be betting money on it. It would be horrible if she dies from this. She's been a big help for this year even though she chews on my DVDs. She's been very comforting and playful since my father's death and other bad things that has happened this year. So I hope nothing bad has happened.
Of course, mom and me aren't on speaking terms right now. Heated words were exchanged at the vet and then she made a comment about how I was "taking Dad's place". I didn't appreciate that sarcastic comment very much since she was comparing me to my abusive father. Especially as I've comforted her all these years by hugging and helping talk to her all this time. Especially as I went to a college that I hated every fucking second of, so I could be close in case she needed me. Especially since I didn't tell her about or anyone else about me being depressed since high school because I knew she needed someone who she thought was her "strength". But she decided she wanted to be cute and compare me to my father. And then she came home and started taking down some Christmas decorations because she's trying to prove some sort of point. I won't forget that comparison.