I have been home, or at my mother’s house (either way) for a grand total of five hours. I don’t like the person I am when I’m around her. We’ve already had it out a number of times. And, I’m not talking your usual “mom drives me crazy” bullshit, here. I’m talking throwing (me), screaming (us), crying (her) catastrophe shit that makes the memoir I’m currently reading seem less than enthralling.
I don’t like that I am the kind of person who can fly off the handle. It’s a disgusting quality. It’s what I hate about myself. I hate that I’m angry. But, what is worse, I think, is that everyone – including trained professionals to whom my sister pays exorbitant amounts of money for opinions – thinks I’m fine. Great even. Doesn’t Ally have it together? Aren’t you so impressed with her coping skills?
The only thing I’m particularly good at is acting, it seems. I’ve been here five hours and I know, more surely that I know anything else, I will not make it five days.
Help.
4 responses so far ↓
rachel // May 30, 2009 at 2:50 am |
do you live with my mother? really? in all seriousness. my family (mother) is INSANE.
if you want to move down to the beach, we can shack up.
bocce // June 1, 2009 at 2:32 am |
have a sofa and anything else you may need…like a hit man
eyerismay // June 2, 2009 at 1:51 am |
imma be in the same boat soon.
however, you’re great it’s our mothers that make us insane and that way that we don’t like ourselves.
E.P. // June 2, 2009 at 3:40 am |
I’m so sorry that things haven’t been going well with your mom. That’s not good at all. My mom and I don’t always agree, and that makes whenever I go home interesting. (It happened this past weekend.)
I hope that y’all are sorting things out. … How long will you be home?