Rotting Roots
Tales from the darkside of my toxic origin story, and the havoc it inflicts on me daily.
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Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time
It’s been an hour since we got home from picking my mother from the airport and already my mom is tinkering around my apartment, moving things around, fiddling with my belongings. Usually, this would cause me great stress and be the starting point of many arguments this holiday season. This time it only makes me smile.
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Hitting the Unlike Button
Parking at my complex has always given me grief. Before the managers implemented the paid reserved parking, finding a spot, especially on weekends when everyone but me seems to have “extra” guests, was near impossible. I opted for the paid spot because I have enough uncertainty in my life, whether or not there’s going to be a spot near my building is the last thing I want to think about when I have groceries and two flights of stairs to climb.
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Your Negativity is Showing
Sometimes you can't even trust family. Is it any wonder I have trust issues?
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Don’t Lecture Me
I try to love my brother. However, he is a bit of a idiot sometimes. In particular when he talks down to me. I don’t recall signing up for your TED talk, dude, so why are you giving me the video lecture?
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Tales from the High Road…
I consider it a gross abuse of my kindness and familial obligation to be tardy to an event you have asked me to help you with. OMG! Case and point: Helping my brother move the last pieces of furniture from his old apartment to his new one. He asks for my help because I have a truck and trailer (I totally “fit in” here in Texas, who knew?). I told him I wanted to get started at 9am because (SURPRISE!) it is still hot in Texas in September, and lately, by noon the heat is in the high nineties and I am even less interested to do any heavy manual…
