Can you feel the love tonight? I sure can't.
I always wondered why I was a dysfunctional child. I found out today.
My mom didn't realize that she was pregnant with me until she was 3 months along.
When I was only a newborn, my parents left me with my great-aunt Diane (who is completely psycho) to go to Florid and I didn't even have a name yet.
My parents have always called me by my sister's name, Jill. They can't seem to remember mine.
My mom can't even see me. When she walked into my room one day, she said, "Oh good. No one's here," when I was standing right in front of her. She honestly didn't see me, so I said, "Umm..." and then she shook her head and finally saw me. Then this morning, I was standing in front of my closet, and my mom comes in and starts yelling at my empty bed, saying, "Megan! Get up and get dressed!" She didn't even hear me say, "Umm... I am getting dressed." She also must've not noticed that there were no covers on my bed either.
On top of this, today, she, Jill, and I all go out to eat at Don Pablos, and on the way we're deciding what kind of fajitas we'd like.
Mom: What kind do you want, Jill: chicken or steak?
Jill: Chicken.
Mom: What kind do you want, Jill: chicken or steak?
Jill: ...Umm... chicken...
Mom: Good, we're all in agreement.
I gave my mom a weird look.
Mom: What?
Me: You asked Jill twice, but not me.
Mom looks at me, looks at Jill, and then busts out laughing.
I swear she's getting too old.
My mom didn't realize that she was pregnant with me until she was 3 months along.
When I was only a newborn, my parents left me with my great-aunt Diane (who is completely psycho) to go to Florid and I didn't even have a name yet.
My parents have always called me by my sister's name, Jill. They can't seem to remember mine.
My mom can't even see me. When she walked into my room one day, she said, "Oh good. No one's here," when I was standing right in front of her. She honestly didn't see me, so I said, "Umm..." and then she shook her head and finally saw me. Then this morning, I was standing in front of my closet, and my mom comes in and starts yelling at my empty bed, saying, "Megan! Get up and get dressed!" She didn't even hear me say, "Umm... I am getting dressed." She also must've not noticed that there were no covers on my bed either.
On top of this, today, she, Jill, and I all go out to eat at Don Pablos, and on the way we're deciding what kind of fajitas we'd like.
Mom: What kind do you want, Jill: chicken or steak?
Jill: Chicken.
Mom: What kind do you want, Jill: chicken or steak?
Jill: ...Umm... chicken...
Mom: Good, we're all in agreement.
I gave my mom a weird look.
Mom: What?
Me: You asked Jill twice, but not me.
Mom looks at me, looks at Jill, and then busts out laughing.
I swear she's getting too old.