Monday, July 01, 2013
On Thursday afternoon, I started working on a migraine. It was really bothering me all day Friday, and so I called in to have someone else clean for me that day. I just puttered around the house, got on and off the computer, watched tv, etc. I emailed back and forth a couple times with my mom and dad, and then talked to my dad on the phone a little bit. I got this email from my mom asking me to call her, it would only be two minutes, tops, etc. I didn't call her. I just didn't want to when I got that email. I just wanted to rest my head. Those conversations NEVER last only two minutes (she talks so dang much! I do too, but good grief, she can go on for days). I emailed her the next day when I got home from work (I cleaned THREE houses that day!) and I told her I got her message but I wasn't feeling well. She's not responding to my emails now...giving me the ol' silent treatment again, under the guise of being "busy with the upcoming move." She doesn't even do anything. They hire movers. I don't know what in the heck she has to be so "busy" about, but I've moved too, and it's not that big of a deal. You make a few phone calls, line up movers or a truck, and get it done. My dad called the other day and griped about her for a second. He said, "Oh, she's just stressed about EVERYTHING. She makes everything a much, much bigger deal than it needs to be. I mean...you know how she is." Boy, do I. So yeah. She's ignoring me again. That's it. I'm done with this crap. If she emails me or calls, I will respond in a courteous but professional, curt manner. I'm tired of reaching out to a woman who just decides when and where she wants to be a mother, when and where she wants to be decent to me. She is this lovely, considerate, thoughtful person to everyone else in the entire world but me. And I am f---king sick of it. I hate to have to keep my own mother at arms length, but what other choice do I have? I love her, and she will never doubt that. I respect her, and she will never doubt that either. But I love and respect myself, too...too much to allow her to continue to hurt me...which she can't do if I don't let her.