Mom on the war path...
Mood:  blue
Now Playing: Wilson Phillips - The Dream Is Still Alive
I don't know what to do anymore. I just feel so inbetween everything and everyone. It's sad how I let everyone treat me, walk all over me, and down right abuse my kindness. And yet I still stay the same, never change my ways, always help those same people. I'm referring to friends, neighbors and more importantly my family.

Mom for instance has been in a sour mood since we left for the Woodlands. She gets pissed whenever Lester and I do something without her. And it's getting damn annoying. We had a big blow-out fight today. And I yelled at her, a lot! She treats me like a two year old. Can you believe I have to put the knives in the drawer a certain way!
"Never put them in pointing down, I'll cut myself!" She says, though how she'll get cut I'll never know. Come on, is it really important how I put the knives in there, AS LONG AS I ACTUALLY CLEAN THEM AND PUT THEM THERE!!!!!! Oh no, today she says it's Lester fault, he put them in there and wants to cut her, yes Mom believe it's all his fault, even though HE HASN"T EVEN WASHED THOSE DAMN DISHES SINCE HE STARTED SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I just get so mad, I didn't yell at her when she first complained about the knives, I did today though. I make it a point not to yell at her. I accept everything she asks because she is my mother, but today I couldn't take it anymore. She gets pissed when we leave the light in the front room on.....even though we're in there reading or, hmmm, let's see LIVING IN THE LIVING ROOM. My God, that's why they call it a living room!!!!
"it wastes too much electricity!" She says, we jack up her bill, she says. Hmm, you think when she falls asleep with her ancient junky TV on all night long, that doesn't waste a thing? Hmm, I once went in there to turn it off and tell her it wastes a hell of a lot of power, you guessed right, she got pissed at me and told to stay out of her room from now on, even though I have a cat to feed who lives in there. Yep, real smart Mom, real smart.
Oh and she says she going to leave and stay in Houston all week! Yep, I've heard that one before too many times. She'll be back tomorrow, no doubt. Picture it, she'll pack all her things tonight right in front of Lester and I so we can feel sorrow or guilt, whatever it is she wants us to feel, and parade out the door making sure we know she'll be back friday. But when I wake up in the morning, she'll be right in the front room eating breakfast. And I'll ask, "Mom, I thought you said you were going to leave all week?"
"Did I say that?" She'll say, "I didn;t say that, I said I was thinking about it."
Yes, that's my Mom for you.

I was going to write all about my trip, The Cure and just how my wonderful weekend went, but it is just too good to be placed here amongst my Mother's jealousy, anger, hatred and insanity. I'll wirte about it some other time. I'm off to wait for Lester to get home. I need someone to hold, bad.