By just copy and pasting from my other blog..
This is the most Recent.
"Mama mama mama.."
I've come to a realization that..
I'd be happy if I didn't have to deal with my mother ever again.
I'm done with being berated after EVERY. SINGLE. PHONECALL.
I have an attitude problem? I WONDER where it comes from, you crazy woman. You wonder why I'm so fucking stubborn? BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT TO END UP LIKE YOURSELF AT FIFTY-EIGHT YEARS OF AGE.
Go home.. ha. You never made a place for me to "go home" to. You can't help me. You are far from stable.
And don't tell me I don't know what to fucking do to protect myself after our house is broken into.
I wouldn't bother calling me again till you learn how to treat the one person in your whole family that can handle your anxiety causing behavior. Cause you know what, they won't say it. but they can't stand your attitude either. Don't complain about one thing and when people extended a helping hand to you, scare them off with your so called "high standards." Accept the help or ask for it when you need it. But don't tear people down when you get it.
I almost regret getting you a phone.. -sigh-
I love you, but I don't like you. Sorry I'm the one fuckup you can't get over.
I'm done.
If on a scale from 1 to 10 I'm a 4. What does that ultimately make you?