You know, one of these days I’d really like to write something all good in this thing. Every time things start looking up, something inevitably happens. I’m so sick of it.
My mom sent me an email in the middle of the night last night, going back to complaining and guilting me for wanting to leave, demanding that I promise 110% to come back for Christmas and permanently be back before next summer. “Life is not long enough to do everything you want. You have responsibilities towards us, how am I supposed to survive this… I can’t do this, I’m sorry… I think it’s senseless and that this is not just me drawing your attention to it, I want you to do what I say…”
Like, seriously? What the hell does she think of me, of herself, that she would feel like she can dictate what I do with my life? I really don’t understand it. I forwarded the email to my sister in the hopes of her maybe having an idea what to say, how to respond, if to respond at all. I really don’t know what to do anymore. Her selfish behavior, guilt trips and passive-aggressiveness is pissing all over my life and everything that’s happening around me. I can’t have a moment’s worth of happiness without her shitting all over it. I’m so tired of it all.
I never responded to her email, because what the fuck do I even say? I really don’t think I should either, I’ll probably get hit with the same topic again on Saturday when they come here. Yet another day of wishing they didn’t exist.