My mother is GONE. She left a note saying she went to a shelter. Why? My family was NOT abusing her. I think she was headed for another mental breakdown, where she has a lot of delusions that aren’t true. What I worry about is that the shelter people will take her delusions at face value, and get my family in a hell of a lot of trouble.
Also, this sounds kind of cold of me to say, but my mother was the only one in our family with a car, and I’m trying to get my driver’s license. My mother was the only one I could practice with. Who am I going to practice with now? How the hell am I going to get my license? (It sounds like that’s the only reason I want my mother back and that I’m selfish, but that’s not entirely the case.)
What you do is keep on going, and be strong in yourself. You’ve learned that you can’t depend on her (assuming that you didn’t know that already). But none of that means there is anything wrong with you and it doesn’t need to knock you off balance. Be your own balance. The world moves on it’s own, other people do as they will. You are the center around which your own world moves. Be the calm center. Regardless of what others do and think.
On my own side, something came up today that (unfortunately) had me thinking of my ex, who suffered those kinds of delusions of persecution. Everyone being mean to her, out to get her. It’s strange sometimes to see people doing that shit. It’s like narcissism combined with insecurity combined with psychosis. It’s all about them and they have to be the center of attention, but they go about it by being the perpetual victim of the entire world. I can’t say as this is true of your mother, since I don’t know her. If it is, then please realize that you aren’t going to make a dent in the world she has created for herself. What you can only do is to make sure that it doesn’t become your hell too.
For my part, the thing that got me thinking of my ex involved a friend of hers. For some bizarro nostalgic reason, I then decided to look some people from that distant past up and see how they were doing. I found that the great friend of hers that insisted that she was telling the truth about everything and helped her slander me to the ends of the Earth… died of brain cancer in 2008.
Another couple that were such close and good friends in marriage… got divorced this last spring. Absolutely shocking. Never would have expected it. Found a picture of her on-line. She looks 15 years older than her 51 years. Have to wonder what happened there. I always liked them both a lot.
My eczema is bothering the shit out of me on ONE FINGER. I have a prescription cream for it, but of course don’t have any with me at work. I’ve taken to banging it on the side of my desk because the pain distracts me from the itching.
Nope, housework. Lots of vigorous hoovering, mopping, sweeping and chopping, with the right hand, all apparently putting strain on some underboob chest muscle.
Stupid toothbrushes. I need a compact head. That’s all I’m asking for. I don’t need a brush with so many bristles that I can clean my whole mouth with one swipe. Somewhere in the last 8 years or so, toothbrushes have gotten FRIGGIN HUGE. Too huge, in fact, to brush my very back teeth - I simply cannot open my mouth wide enough to get a now-standard toothbrush head in there to brush the biting surfaces of those back molars. And when did we start needing all those weird rubbery bits added on, anyway? They look like sex toys now. I don’t recall ever saying to myself “What I really need is a toothbrush that’s ribbed for my pleasure.” Some of them even vibrate! I’m just glad I trust everyone in the house not to use my toothbrush for ahem nefarious purposes.
So I end up trawling the toothbrush aisle for 5 full minutes looking for a toothbrush I can even USE. Sure, I s’pose I could use a kid’s brush but they’re even worse; I’d rather not pay $7.99 for the privilege of using a battery powered superhero or sparkle princess brush - I just want a relatively small, plain, toothbrush. Nobody makes 'em anymore, except the store brands, which only seem to last a couple of weeks. Grr.
OK, I’m about to dispense some bad medical advice here. You have been warned.
Run the hot water tap, and stick the itchy part of your finger in the hot water. The water should be hot enough to make you say “OW OW OW” and want to jerk away. Keep the itchy spot in the hot water until it quits itching. Apparently, heat will make your histamine producers pump out all the histamine, which is what is making you itch. Or it’s something like that. Anyway, the hot water will dry out your skin even further, but on the other hand, you aren’t taking a cheese grater to your skin. Personally, I think that drying the skin out is better than the cheese grater.
And PUT SOME LOTION IN YOUR PURSE when you get home.
Heh. I sprained my underboob muscles when I took woodshop, and we had to use hand planes. After I built up the muscles, though, my boobs were incredibly full yet perky, because they had a nice platform to show them off. So switch hands occasionally, or your right boob will stand at attention while your left boob will be at ease.
Possibly, but not inappropriate, I was careful enough to use the word tough instead of hard to avoid the obvious rebuttals… shoulda remembered the boobies.
Is it too much to ask that people who want to drive big assed trucks learn to park big assed trucks? Taking up two spots right in front of the door is not nice, especially when there’s not enough parking to start with. If you can’t park it in the lines then drive something smaller, more in line with your IQ and/or dick size.
To the ass in the blue van speeding across the parking lot diagonally… WTF is your problem? Bad enough you are speeding, bad enough you are cutting across the rows, but when you start zigging in and out of the parked cars you need your ass kicked. Although it was amusing when you had to stop suddenly to keep from riding over an island.
To the guy with the California plates, it’s right turn on red after stopping, not pause and floor it. You damn near hit the person who turned before you, I had to slam on my brakes to keep from hitting you. For future reference, the one finger salute is not a friendly gesture. Smiling and waving back at me is not the appropriate response.
As opposed to the woman in front of me at the 4 way stop on my way home from work.
If the only other cars at the stop are on your left, and you pull out into the intersection to turn left across the front of them… fucking move, you stupid cunt! Don’t pull out completely in front of them, then stop and pause to look at them, then start rolling forward at walking speed, pausing again every 5 feet. There’s no one trying to turn but you, they can’t move because you’re in front of them, and everyone here is waiting on your sorry ass.
Oh, and then thanks ever so much for pulling into Walmart in front of me and pulling the same stop and pause shit every 10-20 feet all the way to your parking spot. You need to surrender your license, you’re obviously incapable of driving in a reasonable manner.
which they wont let me go off :(
