Everything's wrong*
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bending_sickleSo I'm going to type this out because it's either this or crying in huge stupid sobs or maybe the balcony or just drowning in martini or something. I don't even know where to start because it feels like I might as well start from the very day I was born, when my parent's first met, or when the universe first exploded into bits.
But I think I'll start with saying that yesterday I had a huge tiff with my parents - over lunch, always over lunch, so that I end up stabbing lettuce and choking down food like a starving mongrel, stuffing myself before the hunger sensations even start shutting down. I don't even really remember the fight.
I mean, it started off with us talking about Italian pronunciation and how it's all very easy except for some small rules of letter-pairs and then mom gave and example, then I gave an example but I fucked it up a little and tried to correct my pronunciation but by that time my mom was at her favorite game of all which is correcting whatever I say whether it be facts, grammer, exact perfect word choice, whatever, without actually ever acknowledging what's been said. It gets so that I can barely communicate with her because all she seems to care about is if I say it right. I mean, I could say that I'm going to go and throw myself of the balc' and she's be all "It's balcony". Actually, no, she'd just laugh and say good riddance and yes, this has happened, just like when I told her that I was thinking of submitting a short story and all she could think to say was "great,maybe you'll be able to buy a castle with all the money and live happily ever after" which is not in any way shape or form anything like supportive.
So she corrects my pronunciation before I can do it myself and she's all "it's important" and I'm a tiny bit fucking upset because no, it isn't, what's important is that we were talking and no she's gone and fucked it up and it just went downhill from there and I may've hurt the table with some fork-pounding but by then I was being called an ungrateful horrible child and how I'm this age and still living with my parents (and oh hai it was you're fucking idea, mom) and all that shit which is enough to break your fucking soul.
This explains why instead of going out as planned with my mother to watch Inception, she stayed in and I finally went to the dog park (because I'm a bitch, right? hardy har fucking dar) and knit for a couple of hours listening to Quite Ugly One Morning completely out of order.
And today I tried to make peace which is stupid because no one's ever apologized to anyone in this family in the history of ever excapt that one time I did to my dad because he wasn't talking to me and apparently what I said was omg horrible except it wasn't and it barely touching the iceberg of hell that we've been saying to each other in this family anyway. But apparently we're all about apologizing and taking each other as we come and understanding that that's the way we are and all that fuck which only applies to me because I'm the one who's supposed to take being called a fucking useless piece of shit and a monster and a horrible child and a waste of space and all that shit because "she's your mother, and you know how she is" and "you have to apologize!" and who the fuck is going to apologize to me and make me feel better and understand that maybe I'm going a tiny bit insane by always being told how much I fucking Isuck and oh yes, oh yes,I forgot, having each parent use the other's name on me as a fucking insult, with my mother saying, "Smith. You're completely Smith" with disgust just dripping off, where Smith isn't my father's last name but let's pretend it is, and my father saying "Right, Mary, I mean Sickle" because I'm acting just like my mother and that's just awful and how dare they use the other as a n insult to me, how the fuck do they think it feels for each parent to hold the other in such low esteem that they both use the "you're just like your other parent" especially when they hate each other so much and so loudly and even drag me in the middle by telling me what's so annoying about other parent and how other parent is doing so and so wrong and it's mainly my mother but then my dad is lately trying to be all supportive father which is a filthy fucking lie because he's never been a good father and has never been involved and then there's the whole "oh yeah, good luck living on your own iwht your mom (and occasionally brother), I'm off to work in that other country now, see you when you catch up" and "oh hey, it's your birthday but I'm far away because I decided to take some holidays now rather than when you and your brother had school holidays" and all that shite so how dare he try and pull the understandin "I love you, daughter of mine" shit.
Anyway today I realized, staring at the October calendar, that my Spanish ID would up and die at the end of the moth so I told mom and she does the "I don't have a fucking clue, you fucking moron" fake-face and then shouted at me because "you've only just realized this now?!?" as if I were supposed to have a little voice in my ear every day saying, "your ID expires in T minus 6 months... T minus 5 months" and so on and yes, I just fucking realized this after the first time we both realized it way back in what, wee 2010's early days?
And so there was shouting at me because I'm a useless piece of shit who can't do anything and can't think half a year ahead and has teh prescience of an oyster on crack and then after a bunch of crying and compartmentalizing and then some googling I realized that I could only get a new ID on national soil and that hey, it's okay because my passport is still alive and kicking so whenever I go to Nation I can get the ID all fixed up so there's no reason to panic and die and shout at me and so I tell mom and again with the "you just realized this" and hey, maybe you could've fucking told me if you knew instead of shouting at me and so everyone is outside on the balcony and by everyone I mean my parents all ladida with drinks and yummies and I'm in my room because fuck that shit if I'm going to sit with them and oh, oh, apparently I'm also completely incapable of hanging out a pair of pants or cleaning a shirt or something and hey, mom, I've been doing that for years (although she'd probably - and has, in fact - say that I'm doing it wrong) and if I had a fucking laundry basket of my own, I'd be glad to do my laundry and it'd be like I'm not even here which is what she want's anyway although she's all "I don't think you really want a job" and "you're just going to suck us dry of money" and "the money I spent on you" yeah like that wind-up radio she sent to Kenya when I told her not to, even when I was in Canada, telling her not to buy it, and in Kenya I told her we barely got radio reception anyway so don't fucking buy it I don't want it and she bought it anyway and an expensive one and said that it was so that I could give it to someone who'd helped me out during the research but I never wanted it and it was expensive and now she throws the money in my face as if I asked for it and the same goes for a lot of other fucking sacrifices, "oh, the things I did for you" well newsflash you didn't have to so don't throw it in my face that you did, like making me take that Teaching English as a Second Language when I'd rather stick my hands in a lawnmower that teach anything ever and I'd never wanted to take the course or teach and guess what, that means that I won't ever pursue a career in teaching English even as a fucking back up because I'd rather die and so you can't say that "oh, the money we spent on you" because you know I didn't want it and so yes it's wasted because no one ever fucking listens to me except for grammatical errors and it's no wonder I can hardly talk at times anymore all stupid stutter and blocked sentences and it's stupid and annoying but you should know your daughter well enough or at least ask and talk to her who is me about shit, and not say "you never tell me anything" when I never tell you anything because you never care when I do tell you things or outright mock with the castles in the fucking air "what do you mean you're submitting a story for publication" and oh yeah, with the fucking crying when I told you "I like this guy and he likes me back" well fuck that, I'm never telling you about the boyfriend even if I'm on the fucking rack because you don't care or listen and are a fucking bitch to me and say everything I do is wrongwrongwrong and I'm just wrongwrongwrong and useless and will never amount to anything and so I feel I might as well just drop dead because what's the fucking point anyway.
ETA: Next week we'll be driving further up north across borders and apparently now it's okay for me to go with although a few weeks ago mom was all omg when I accidentally used we instead of you-plural when talking about the trip because of course I don't have the fucking time to go galavanting about Europe, how the fuck and how dare I assume to go on holiday with my parents, and now it's all "oh squee, the places I want to take you" and whatever. The good thing is that I'll be back a whole week without them as they galavant through Spain. Fuck you. I'd rather you kick me to the curb but love me than do what you're doing now.
* Crossfade, "Everything's Wrong"
But I think I'll start with saying that yesterday I had a huge tiff with my parents - over lunch, always over lunch, so that I end up stabbing lettuce and choking down food like a starving mongrel, stuffing myself before the hunger sensations even start shutting down. I don't even really remember the fight.
I mean, it started off with us talking about Italian pronunciation and how it's all very easy except for some small rules of letter-pairs and then mom gave and example, then I gave an example but I fucked it up a little and tried to correct my pronunciation but by that time my mom was at her favorite game of all which is correcting whatever I say whether it be facts, grammer, exact perfect word choice, whatever, without actually ever acknowledging what's been said. It gets so that I can barely communicate with her because all she seems to care about is if I say it right. I mean, I could say that I'm going to go and throw myself of the balc' and she's be all "It's balcony". Actually, no, she'd just laugh and say good riddance and yes, this has happened, just like when I told her that I was thinking of submitting a short story and all she could think to say was "great,maybe you'll be able to buy a castle with all the money and live happily ever after" which is not in any way shape or form anything like supportive.
So she corrects my pronunciation before I can do it myself and she's all "it's important" and I'm a tiny bit fucking upset because no, it isn't, what's important is that we were talking and no she's gone and fucked it up and it just went downhill from there and I may've hurt the table with some fork-pounding but by then I was being called an ungrateful horrible child and how I'm this age and still living with my parents (and oh hai it was you're fucking idea, mom) and all that shit which is enough to break your fucking soul.
This explains why instead of going out as planned with my mother to watch Inception, she stayed in and I finally went to the dog park (because I'm a bitch, right? hardy har fucking dar) and knit for a couple of hours listening to Quite Ugly One Morning completely out of order.
And today I tried to make peace which is stupid because no one's ever apologized to anyone in this family in the history of ever excapt that one time I did to my dad because he wasn't talking to me and apparently what I said was omg horrible except it wasn't and it barely touching the iceberg of hell that we've been saying to each other in this family anyway. But apparently we're all about apologizing and taking each other as we come and understanding that that's the way we are and all that fuck which only applies to me because I'm the one who's supposed to take being called a fucking useless piece of shit and a monster and a horrible child and a waste of space and all that shit because "she's your mother, and you know how she is" and "you have to apologize!" and who the fuck is going to apologize to me and make me feel better and understand that maybe I'm going a tiny bit insane by always being told how much I fucking Isuck and oh yes, oh yes,I forgot, having each parent use the other's name on me as a fucking insult, with my mother saying, "Smith. You're completely Smith" with disgust just dripping off, where Smith isn't my father's last name but let's pretend it is, and my father saying "Right, Mary, I mean Sickle" because I'm acting just like my mother and that's just awful and how dare they use the other as a n insult to me, how the fuck do they think it feels for each parent to hold the other in such low esteem that they both use the "you're just like your other parent" especially when they hate each other so much and so loudly and even drag me in the middle by telling me what's so annoying about other parent and how other parent is doing so and so wrong and it's mainly my mother but then my dad is lately trying to be all supportive father which is a filthy fucking lie because he's never been a good father and has never been involved and then there's the whole "oh yeah, good luck living on your own iwht your mom (and occasionally brother), I'm off to work in that other country now, see you when you catch up" and "oh hey, it's your birthday but I'm far away because I decided to take some holidays now rather than when you and your brother had school holidays" and all that shite so how dare he try and pull the understandin "I love you, daughter of mine" shit.
Anyway today I realized, staring at the October calendar, that my Spanish ID would up and die at the end of the moth so I told mom and she does the "I don't have a fucking clue, you fucking moron" fake-face and then shouted at me because "you've only just realized this now?!?" as if I were supposed to have a little voice in my ear every day saying, "your ID expires in T minus 6 months... T minus 5 months" and so on and yes, I just fucking realized this after the first time we both realized it way back in what, wee 2010's early days?
And so there was shouting at me because I'm a useless piece of shit who can't do anything and can't think half a year ahead and has teh prescience of an oyster on crack and then after a bunch of crying and compartmentalizing and then some googling I realized that I could only get a new ID on national soil and that hey, it's okay because my passport is still alive and kicking so whenever I go to Nation I can get the ID all fixed up so there's no reason to panic and die and shout at me and so I tell mom and again with the "you just realized this" and hey, maybe you could've fucking told me if you knew instead of shouting at me and so everyone is outside on the balcony and by everyone I mean my parents all ladida with drinks and yummies and I'm in my room because fuck that shit if I'm going to sit with them and oh, oh, apparently I'm also completely incapable of hanging out a pair of pants or cleaning a shirt or something and hey, mom, I've been doing that for years (although she'd probably - and has, in fact - say that I'm doing it wrong) and if I had a fucking laundry basket of my own, I'd be glad to do my laundry and it'd be like I'm not even here which is what she want's anyway although she's all "I don't think you really want a job" and "you're just going to suck us dry of money" and "the money I spent on you" yeah like that wind-up radio she sent to Kenya when I told her not to, even when I was in Canada, telling her not to buy it, and in Kenya I told her we barely got radio reception anyway so don't fucking buy it I don't want it and she bought it anyway and an expensive one and said that it was so that I could give it to someone who'd helped me out during the research but I never wanted it and it was expensive and now she throws the money in my face as if I asked for it and the same goes for a lot of other fucking sacrifices, "oh, the things I did for you" well newsflash you didn't have to so don't throw it in my face that you did, like making me take that Teaching English as a Second Language when I'd rather stick my hands in a lawnmower that teach anything ever and I'd never wanted to take the course or teach and guess what, that means that I won't ever pursue a career in teaching English even as a fucking back up because I'd rather die and so you can't say that "oh, the money we spent on you" because you know I didn't want it and so yes it's wasted because no one ever fucking listens to me except for grammatical errors and it's no wonder I can hardly talk at times anymore all stupid stutter and blocked sentences and it's stupid and annoying but you should know your daughter well enough or at least ask and talk to her who is me about shit, and not say "you never tell me anything" when I never tell you anything because you never care when I do tell you things or outright mock with the castles in the fucking air "what do you mean you're submitting a story for publication" and oh yeah, with the fucking crying when I told you "I like this guy and he likes me back" well fuck that, I'm never telling you about the boyfriend even if I'm on the fucking rack because you don't care or listen and are a fucking bitch to me and say everything I do is wrongwrongwrong and I'm just wrongwrongwrong and useless and will never amount to anything and so I feel I might as well just drop dead because what's the fucking point anyway.
ETA: Next week we'll be driving further up north across borders and apparently now it's okay for me to go with although a few weeks ago mom was all omg when I accidentally used we instead of you-plural when talking about the trip because of course I don't have the fucking time to go galavanting about Europe, how the fuck and how dare I assume to go on holiday with my parents, and now it's all "oh squee, the places I want to take you" and whatever. The good thing is that I'll be back a whole week without them as they galavant through Spain. Fuck you. I'd rather you kick me to the curb but love me than do what you're doing now.
* Crossfade, "Everything's Wrong"
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Date: 2010-10-03 12:54 pm (UTC)*picks you up and cuddles you and steals you away to Canada*
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Date: 2010-10-03 01:24 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-03 07:27 pm (UTC)I kinda want to set your parents on fire right now, though I appreciate that might not be helpful.
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Date: 2010-10-03 09:04 pm (UTC)I just wish they'd a) listen, b) realize what they're doing, and c) change, which, yeah... Fire would only be a very morbid, very wrong, way of helping in that department. (I mean, they'd change, but into fire.)
*more snuggles*
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Date: 2010-10-03 09:08 pm (UTC)Hon, I'm feeling a bit weird pointing this out, but I don't know if anyone's said it before, but this is like, nigh-on textbook psychological abuse that you're describing here. :(
I'm just going to snuggle you and not push or argue, because I know it's not a good thing to be told, but I just felt like I have to point that out.
*hugs you lots more*
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Date: 2010-10-03 09:45 pm (UTC)I've been doing the half-hearted pointing-out thing already. I keep telling my mom how she's not being nice in the least and contradicting herself and there was this huuuge fight months ago where I basically told her she was shredding me to pieces but...it didn't stick (just gave ammunition).
It's just...I'm a good person and even when I was miserable to the point of "let's just hide in bed for the day" when living on my own, my head was in a better place, rather than the place it is in now and me people much more of an angry, snappy thing of jittery frustration.
Trouble is, I moved back in with my parents (which my father suggested, my mother said was ridiculous, then said it was the bestest idea ever and how I'd always have a place with them, and I thought, well at least I won't be costing them all that money) because I'm unemployed and have been since I graduated in January. I'm not having any luck at all in finding a job, and it's not like I can work at the local bakery either, what with the language thing, or as a secretary, what with the hopeless lack of experience (and the language thing), which is a bit ironic because I'm working as a volunteer (completely unpaid, just to not have a hole in my CV) as an Italian -> English translator. (It's the talking that's hard.) So until I can get a job - and I've been hoping and searching for one not in Italy - and move out and have an actual life with people (also sorely lacking at the moment) then I'm just going to keep on going quietly insane with my parents.
...I'm going to stop thinking now and watch something comedic or something. *snuggles* Sorry for tossing such a long mostly-rambly comment at you.
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Date: 2010-10-03 09:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-03 09:48 pm (UTC)rather than the place it is in now
and me peoplewhere I'm much more of an angry, snappy thing of jittery frustration.no subject
Date: 2010-10-03 09:55 pm (UTC)You are a good person and you shouldn't be having to deal with this shit *big hugs* I wish I could magic you up a job or something.
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Date: 2010-10-03 09:57 pm (UTC)*snuggles you lots more. With kittens*
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Date: 2010-10-03 10:12 pm (UTC)But seriously, ♥ + suggles for you.
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Date: 2010-10-03 10:15 pm (UTC)I wish I could magic up a job for me too :(
*cuddles*
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Date: 2010-10-03 10:57 pm (UTC)It'll be okay, something will work out. ♥
I need to think up some more strange conversation topics to distract you with... right now my brain's full of steampunk because I'm trying to write this damn Mylar fic.
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Date: 2010-10-04 06:18 pm (UTC)No, but seriously – I don't even know, what are they doing to you? Fuck, I hate this, that they make you feel like that. gah. But, but, Adri. You remember that all of these things? They're their issues bubbling up, it's absolutely nothing to do with you. They're being complete idiots (sorry), taking it out like that on you, probably without even fucking noticing.
I'm not sure if you appreciate me being this forward, but one thing I mean to have noticed about your mother, and god, I'm sorry if I'm being presumptuous *hides* – is it in any way possible that she suffers from, I don't know, some kind of inferiority complex? I mean, you've said she corrects your every word and likes to be in the right no matter what... and to me, that just screams Insecurity, with a capital I. And well, I would know, since I have the same slightly assholish tendencies, what with always correcting people and being a pain in the ass just to mask my ridiculous omigod omigod I AM BUT A SHIT AREN'T I BUT please don't tell me if it is so, okay *rolls eyes*, but.) This. Mabye she's always this harsh with you because on some level, she can't deal with the fact that you're so smart and educated (and pretty and funny and kick-ass all around, but nevermind that)? You have wonderful dreams, and honest-to-god work to get what you want, and maybe, subconsciously, that inspires a little jealousy. And then, if something pops up, something you'd don't know some stupid insane unreasonable thing, she tears you to shreds over it and doesn't even find it strange.
*facepalm* God, sorry, this is one huge major rant, probably not at all what you wanted to read or needed to hear, and most likely horribly incorrect, but. I had to. BECAUSE NONE OF THIS, NONE, IS YOUR FAULT. You're doing everything to find a stupid job, dammit, I was there, AND WHAT'RE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO IF THE FUCKING JOB MARKET IS A HUGE FUCKING MESS, HUH? And it is a GOOD THING to not just settle for whatever AND DON'T YOU DARE FEEL BAD ABOUT THAT. YOU'LL FIND SOMETHING EPIC AND I REFUSE TO BELIEVE OTHERWISE, I REFUSEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. D:<<<<<<<<<
so.
basically, this is me forever:
I'd treat you so much better, pf. ♥ DDDDDD:
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Date: 2010-10-05 02:06 pm (UTC)It's like what my dad says, "Oh, well, that's what your mother is like" and I'm all, "Yes, I KNOW, but that doesn't make it any less hurtful, argh!"
As for mom - and no need for you to cower in small text, you can talk to me (I need that) - I'd've thought she was more on the superiority complex, although thinking more about it, it's also very much a martyr complex (all, "Woe is me, my life sucks, oh, my life, it is wasted, oh if I hadn't married your father, oh my regrets, let me show you them over and over again, oh the tears!") and sometimes I get the feeling that she's trying to live through me ("Go out! Make friends! Have fun and be young!") especially when she's telling me to do things she should know I don't like, and completely downplaying things I do like (e.g. "Oh hai I write fiction!" "I cannae read your fiction nor do I care.")... And then she 9and sometimes my dad too, they team up and talk about me like I'm not even there!) is all, "See what a horrible child? Oh, what a horrible child is this!"...
Um, lost my train of thought there. Anyway, today's been whiplash day in that she's been nice (or, like, talked to me, but not in any meaningful way).
I give up on trying to put up with this.
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Date: 2010-10-05 04:14 pm (UTC)I wish there were something I could really do for you, but alas, I am stuck here and can't whisk you away so we can sit beneath a mango tree and bask in the sunshine. :(
*pushes Jack Johnson at you* Therapist of my choice. ♥
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Date: 2010-10-05 04:23 pm (UTC)What bothers me the most is that I tell them how I feel and how the things they are doing are not okay and then it's like...nothing happened. The only things they remember are me being a jerk at them, and no one ever talks. Mom is particulary infuriating because she outright ignores me when I'm telling (okay, shouting) all these things, so gods only know if she ever actually lets it sink in. My great big breakdown a few months ago didn't seem to have any lasting effect beyond "so your friends think I'm horrible", I mean, never mind that I told her she was soul-destroying, no, who's going to remember that? Ugh. Just listen to me, damnit. It's like bashing my head against the wall. I'm speaking up about the issues and sharing my emotions and saying very clearly that "that thing there, that you just did, is hurtful". Aaaaargh.
Doll, just you being on the other side of the screen helps a lot. You = voice of reason and support = win.
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Date: 2010-10-05 04:24 pm (UTC)Do you say "I wish there were something I could do", or is it "I wish there was something I could do"? I feel like I won't ever get this right, and by now both versions sound wrong to my ears! :|
Heeelp, Adri. D:
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Date: 2010-10-05 04:35 pm (UTC)This (http://www.english-test.net/forum/ftopic13625.html) forum discusses the finer points, but both are good, just one is better ;)
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Date: 2010-10-05 04:54 pm (UTC)Also, may I ask about the story behind "so your friends think I'm horrible", where she got that from? Since, well. It's kind of, uh, true? *gives you a sheepish look*
Oh, I love that I made you love Jack Johnson! His music is the epitome of – peace, to me, for a lack of a better word. I can't find most of his songs on Youtube though, but if you're interested and have the resources (euphemisms, I can has them!) to somehow get ahold of his albums, I'm pretty sure you won't be disappointed! (Or, I could ask around if someone can give me the songs and I'll send them to you, because waaant. Atfer the laptop fail and all.) Aaaand: Something else I thought you might like, sweets!
I'm not sure if what I'm being is the voice of reason, but you always can count on my support and definitely have all my love, so there's that. ♥ *snuggles up to you*
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Date: 2010-10-05 04:56 pm (UTC)Thanks, love! :)
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Date: 2010-10-05 05:02 pm (UTC)Basically, I really really broke down and started telling her everything about how she sucked and made me feel horrible and had no right to that and how I was just desperate to GET THE FUCK OUT and not live with her because of the soul-suckage. I mean, there was literally shaking with anger. And she was all ;_; and let's go for a walk and that was that. She never addressed anything of what I said to her. So the last time I told her that all I wanted was to GTFO and never see them again (wherein I failed to mention that yes, Christmas would involve them, etc, etc, but that for the rest of my life, out, like my brother, who's way over on the other side of the world and only sees them on Holidays of Great Import), she said "oh, so you're going to suck us dry of money then leave, right? milk us for all we're worth?" which a) NO and b) as if I'm asking them to spend a lot of money on me! Just don't let me starve to death under a bridge! That's all I ask!
...cue more Jack Johnson.
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Date: 2010-10-06 05:33 pm (UTC)Uh, what about moving in with your brother? Although, okay, stupid idea, since I imagine in most families, if your name isn't Winchester by any chance, this would make for some monumental awkwardness, to say the least. I've no concept of good sibling relations, don't blame me if I'm being ridiculous. I just guess what I wanted to say is, you've got to get away from your parents if all they do is tear you apart. But then, you can't if the job market continues to be the fucking mess it is, and GAH. IT'S A VICIOUS CIRCLE AND I HATE IT. D:<
I had a perfect wonderful song to give to you, "We Will Rebuild With Smooth Stones" by Balmorhea from their Tour EP, but Youtube is only providing major fail, so... uh, you know. When push comes to shove, you'll share a cell with me, right?
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Date: 2010-10-06 07:47 pm (UTC)Mom's actually been nice today! And yesterday!
(There was the getting shouted because we'd said we'd meet at X and mom was walking to X from Y and I was waiting at X even after her phone call telling me she was walking near Y instead of walking towards her, but I think that was because earlier she'd massively stubbed her toe and fallen on the asphalt, so walking from Y to X wasn't fun. Then again, I told her that with other people, this would not be cause for drama. She was all, "What, normal people?" and I'm all "Exactly" and that was that. Also I was trying to explain Inception to her all she was all "Ooh, shoes!" which made me feel rather ignored, because I wasn't explaining things for my benefit. But she's been nice, too. Or maybe other people would call it normal. I dunno.)
I'll share the cell with you and I'll have your back ♥ *grabby hands are happy*
In case you missed it in the small text: Inception has been watched! Flail and squee at me, woman!