Gawd. I’m being such a bitch today. I’m not entirely sure why and I’m annoying myself even. I thought PMS was supposed to be at the start of your punctuation, not the end of it!
*SIGH* I vented to Vixen by email and I do feel better. But fuck me, I’m being such a rag! And the 3 day weekend is right around the corner, I should be happy & excited. Gah!
I’m not. For many reasons I know why, but they shouldn’t be affecting me that much. For many reasons I don’t know why, they are.
My mother needs to fly somewhere…for a long time. She just doesn’t get that we chose not to have children for a reason and here we are, all of a sudden, parents of a 58yo. Who has no life of her own. You know that old saying, “How can I miss you if you don’t go away?”
Yeah. Exactly. And I’ve had it up to here with roaring farts at the dinner table, sprints to the bathroom because she won’t watch her diet (she has numerous health issues) and her pants are fearing for their life, the oh-pity-me-my husband left me 17yrs ago & I’m still not over it-sighs, sex limited to the bedroom (quiet sex at that!) & her relying on us for her entertainment. GO DO SOMETHING!!! Fuck.
I told my brother that when she gets too old to work and I end up having to stay home to take care of her, to toss out all the pillows in my house.
I won’t be able to stop myself.
Oh no… I thought last weekend would help give you a little breathing room. Sorry…
Lord knows I get like that. *I* can’t stand myself sometimes.
You are a saint, a SAINT woman…..