So it's mother's day and my dad has set up this elaborate brunch and i'm being forced to sing for my mom and w/e. i feel sort of empty about it. (bleh)
:hugs you: I'm just over here, feeling weird about it. Because yep. I'm at school, avoiding her/trying to study. And I owe her a pecan sticky bun.
Witnessed, yall. Had a surprisingly calm conversation on the phone about cooking with her. Dreaded calling. Taking all of her cooking/dieting advice with a chunk of salt.
Ha, it not even 1 and I want the day to be done. At least she didn't burst into tears. Just some subtle guilt tripping about not being able come see her for more than a night in June. Hugs to all y'all. Monday's just around the corner.
I took the day off work to finish my schoolwork because I have to go visit in the evening, which is when i would have done it otherwise. goodbye, Sunday pay. *sighs* She's going to ask invasive questions about how my life is going and I don't want to talk about anything because then I'll have to listen to her "advice". Witnessed, everyone.
Felt affectionate for Mom for all of like three minutes before both parents started getting insulting and pissed off at me for being Bad At Gardening+making snide comments about my unemployment, so bluh. Maybe I can avoid her for the rest of the day. Witnessed to everyone having a shitty time.
I'm having a surprisingly good one, she made roast beef and pumpkin tortei and miscelaneous yummy things, and loved me and my bro's gift of fancy teas. We'll have one of the teas soonish. Hugs to all of you, shitty mother's days are the WORST and a serious spoon sink. Take care of yourselves when you get home, do something nice for yourselves before you go to bed <3
My mother is dead but somehow I'm still made to feel guilty? Or people are attempting to make me feel but I don't and now they are very "disappointed" in me. *eyeroll*