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Stepped Over the Line – Disrespecting My Boundaries
To the casual bystander, it would appear that all I do is bitch about my mother and my brother.
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Generational Differences
My mother and my son have a very love-hate relationship. My mother loves her grandson, my son cannot stand his grandmother. There is a lot of confusion on both sides as to why can’t the other understand the love/hate. I am stuck in the middle attempting to mediate between the two.
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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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Stick a Sock In It
My mother called me a disappointment over laundry sorting. My narcissistic mother who manufactures reasons to criticize and the peace of living without her.
