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I Will Not Dumb Myself Down
Every now and then I am reminded of why I don’t get along with my mother. It’s because she thinks and treats me like I am stupid. My whole life, it has been a contest of mental will with my mother. And she isn’t happy unless she is making me feel like I am just the dumbest person on the planet. This was all triggered by a chapter in a book I was reading where the character got into an argument with his mother because she was treating him as though he did not know his own mind. Sounds very familiar.
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I Am Not the Favorite Child
I poured myself a cup of coffee this morning, after being woken up by my mother, I needed caffeine support to keep me upright. After the first cup, I set my mug on the counter, with the expectations that the mug would be conveniently located in closest proximity to the supplies.
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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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One wish
Sometimes, I wish that I could manage a decent relationship with mr horrible, just to ease the daily tension I get from his continued and sporadic interactions with my kids… or he could just die. That would work too.
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Miss Me, Miss Me Good
It is 2014, the dawn of a new year and everything is going great until I get a text out of the blue that disrupts my calm… it’s a text message from mr horrible. What does he have to say to me? Something stupid about how he misses me and he wonders if I miss him. Dude, no.
