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You know that last post
fuck it
I am within two freaking straws
from telling my mother to go fuck herself
and permanently separating myself from her
as in
"go fuck yourself and the horse you rode in on, and have a nice life cause I'm not going to be apart of it"
I'm biting my tongue
and holing up in my office
because I dont want to make such a decision while angry
but
I'm not seeing how I'm going to feel much different
once my blood ceases to boil
I think I may well have hit my limit
In the 25 days she has been here visiting
she has consistently and completely failed to respect my home or life
hell she hasnt even made the effort
I've bent my ass over backwards to accomodate them
cooked meals for their guests, even when I was not going to be there
bit my tongue as they managled my kitchen
rolled over when mother would decide at 1am to play a movie at high volume
when she knew I had gone to bed and had a meeting early in the morning
throughout it all I've tried to smile and just get through it
I allowed them to cajole me into spending far more time than I desired at synagogue
even though it conflicted with my other obligations
my life has been thrown topsy turvy from damn near four weeks
and until this point, I've been able to grin and bear it
but I'm way past the breaking point
and ready to take off some fucking heads
and
just to be clear
this isnt about the wine
sure the bottle of wine aggravated me
but that wasnt such a big deal
yes it was the last in a long series of events
in which they refused to show even the minimal respect
for my home and possessions
but beyond that
before I went to talk with her
I wrote that post
got what was bugging me out of my system
so I could go have a productive conversation
rather than an shouting match
just calmly explain how I felt
and try to give her some guidance
on this specific issue for the future
before I even get halfway through the first sentence
she shuts me out and refuses to listen to me
there are a lot of things I can stomach in this world
but having someone tell me to shut the fuck up in my own house
isnt one of them
I am within two freaking straws
from telling my mother to go fuck herself
and permanently separating myself from her
as in
"go fuck yourself and the horse you rode in on, and have a nice life cause I'm not going to be apart of it"
I'm biting my tongue
and holing up in my office
because I dont want to make such a decision while angry
but
I'm not seeing how I'm going to feel much different
once my blood ceases to boil
I think I may well have hit my limit
In the 25 days she has been here visiting
she has consistently and completely failed to respect my home or life
hell she hasnt even made the effort
I've bent my ass over backwards to accomodate them
cooked meals for their guests, even when I was not going to be there
bit my tongue as they managled my kitchen
rolled over when mother would decide at 1am to play a movie at high volume
when she knew I had gone to bed and had a meeting early in the morning
throughout it all I've tried to smile and just get through it
I allowed them to cajole me into spending far more time than I desired at synagogue
even though it conflicted with my other obligations
my life has been thrown topsy turvy from damn near four weeks
and until this point, I've been able to grin and bear it
but I'm way past the breaking point
and ready to take off some fucking heads
and
just to be clear
this isnt about the wine
sure the bottle of wine aggravated me
but that wasnt such a big deal
yes it was the last in a long series of events
in which they refused to show even the minimal respect
for my home and possessions
but beyond that
before I went to talk with her
I wrote that post
got what was bugging me out of my system
so I could go have a productive conversation
rather than an shouting match
just calmly explain how I felt
and try to give her some guidance
on this specific issue for the future
before I even get halfway through the first sentence
she shuts me out and refuses to listen to me
there are a lot of things I can stomach in this world
but having someone tell me to shut the fuck up in my own house
isnt one of them
no subject
I hear motel 6 has a small kitchenette now.. send em packin.