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Stress Eating My Emotional Abuse
Joy of joys. I love winter. I do not love winter weight—the inevitable extra cushioning I seem to accumulate around my middle as my body prepares for the never to happen hibernation. However, this season I was doing better…until my mother came into town.
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Choke on Your Bitchy Pudding
My second post-divorce Christmas was simultaneously a success and my worst nightmare. My children were gloriously surprised and pleased with their presents. My brother was tickled to see everyone so happy with their gifts. Then there was my mother…the Grinch ain’t got nothing on her. She gives being a Christmas bitch a new name…
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10 Reasons I Hate Watching Movies With My Mother
I take my movie watching seriously and over the years I have come to hate watching movies with my mom. There are 10 things can ruin my movie watching experience and will cause me to lose my shit.
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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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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.
