Et tu, brute? You sure are Judgy, Bitch.

It is hard being a single mom. One would think that my mother, having been a single mom herself, would understand my situation. Surprisingly, not so much. Instead, I get judgment and derision from her. I’m getting really tired of her shit.

She called me today with the stupid notion that I was in a bad mood because I had been having secret conversations with mr horrible and I needed to stop.

First of all, I don’t speak to that sad sack of shit unless I have to.

Second of all, if I did speak to him (which I haven’t) what business is it of hers?

Thirdly, what gives her the right to call me and tell me that I shouldn’t talk to him if it was going to put me in a sour mood? The sour mood which resulted in me not wanting to talk to her when she called me to demand the deets on my day.

I don’t always feel like talking. That particular day I had been through the emotional ringer, it was the end to a super tough week, my cat was now in the hospital awaiting a surgery I could not afford and I just wanted to sleep. Sleep and not have to recount every fucking second of my life to my mother just because she called and wanted to know.

Something else that pisses me off is how she will waste my time by not actually engaging in the conversation…

She calls but is busy doing something else at the same time, so after every other sentence I speak she is like “Mmmhm, eh? Que dijiste?” Which basically translates to “yeah, Wait…What did you say?” cause she isn’t listening. So I have to repeat it.

Or she misconstrues what I said because she’s only half listening and she gets worked up in a lather about what she thinks she heard, which isn’t what I said at all, and then I have to spend my precious time talking her off the crazy ledge she walked herself out on. AARRGGHH!!

Or my personal favorite: I actually have a problem, something I want to share with her, and somehow end up comforting her because she’s crying and blubbering about how she worries about me or something.  Thanks for really letting your selfish belief that everything is about you show. This was really helpful in getting my issue resolved. Thanks for nothing.

My brother is no better. I can’t talk to him about my day. He’s a typical man, listening to me talk, only looking for something to fix.

In this case, I made the mistake of sharing with him some of the happenings on campus in my classes (exciting interesting stuff for me because I am actually excited and psyched to be back in school) and he took that to immediately begin his half-ass attempt at psychoanalyzing me and telling me that I didn’t know how to dig deep to the root of my problem, and by the way, here’s how you should do it?

Seriously? WTF? He is going to tell me how to introspect? My obtuse, can’t tell he’s boring-the-shit-out-of-everyone, sibling is going to tell me how to become self-aware? Lesson learned: Don’t share with the brother cause he is bat shit crazy.

Have I taken crazy pills? When did everyone in my immediate family go apeshit and why are they all turning on me? They confuse their digging, controlling, and badgering attempts to meddle in my life, for caring about me.

I am not sure they know what the hell actual caring looks like. I can tell you what, it doesn’t look like that.