Emotional Retard
Bronze Member
Hey, I just kinda need to vent right now. I hope you guys don't mind! My mother is effing psychotic. It drives me crazy... and scares me.
- This morning had to take my kitten, Oliver, to the vet. All day yesterday she was setting things up for a fight. Just little comments here and there. I would do my best to shut them down or ignore her, but she just wouldn't stop. With anyone else I would say that she just wasn't getting the hint, but she effing knows. That's why she was doing it in the first place. Then this morning she detonated the bomb she had built the day before. And she's so completely nuts. She wanted to be the one to take Oliver to the vet. She wanted me to stay home and for her to take him. I kept saying, "Mom, I am taking MY kitten to the vet, but I would love for you to come WITH me." Finally, at the worst part of the fight, she yelled, "Oh, so you want to be the one to take him just because he's your cat???" She said it like I was the one being ridiculous, overbearing, and intrusive for taking MY (MY!!!!!) cat to the freaking vet.
- Later today, in the afternoon, I had to pick up Oliver from the vet. My mother insisted on going with me - and driving. She always has to be in control. Of course, she had to add a whole bunch of extra stuff for HER cat onto my bill, and it all added up to almost $100! I can't afford that! And who knows if she'll ever pay me back. I was so upset.
- The whole way home, of course, she drove like a crazy person. We had so many "almost accidents." I almost threw up. And God forbid I ever say anything about it. I barely whispered, "Please, slow down", and she just drove even worse. Poor Ollie, fresh from surgery, was being tossed around, even though I tried my best to keep him anchored. It's hard trying not to lose your seat and keep a kitten in a kennel stable. I felt so bad for him. He hates car rides anyway.
- The worst part of the day was when we were driving to the vet the second time, and out of nowhere she asked me the worse effing question. "Anna, if I died tomorrow, would you know that I loved you?" Words can't even describe how much those words hurt. OF COURSE SHE DOESN'T!!!!! If she loved me, she wouldn't treat me the way she does. But it sucks because of course she has me locked in a lose-lose situation. I certainly can't tell her that I don't think she loves, but I also can't not answer her question (because, to her, that's even worse than lying). I just said, "Duh, of course I know you love me because you let me listen to my favorite song all the time." And then I got out of further discussion by turing on said song as loud as I possibly could.
It's been a rough day, guys.
- This morning had to take my kitten, Oliver, to the vet. All day yesterday she was setting things up for a fight. Just little comments here and there. I would do my best to shut them down or ignore her, but she just wouldn't stop. With anyone else I would say that she just wasn't getting the hint, but she effing knows. That's why she was doing it in the first place. Then this morning she detonated the bomb she had built the day before. And she's so completely nuts. She wanted to be the one to take Oliver to the vet. She wanted me to stay home and for her to take him. I kept saying, "Mom, I am taking MY kitten to the vet, but I would love for you to come WITH me." Finally, at the worst part of the fight, she yelled, "Oh, so you want to be the one to take him just because he's your cat???" She said it like I was the one being ridiculous, overbearing, and intrusive for taking MY (MY!!!!!) cat to the freaking vet.
- Later today, in the afternoon, I had to pick up Oliver from the vet. My mother insisted on going with me - and driving. She always has to be in control. Of course, she had to add a whole bunch of extra stuff for HER cat onto my bill, and it all added up to almost $100! I can't afford that! And who knows if she'll ever pay me back. I was so upset.
- The whole way home, of course, she drove like a crazy person. We had so many "almost accidents." I almost threw up. And God forbid I ever say anything about it. I barely whispered, "Please, slow down", and she just drove even worse. Poor Ollie, fresh from surgery, was being tossed around, even though I tried my best to keep him anchored. It's hard trying not to lose your seat and keep a kitten in a kennel stable. I felt so bad for him. He hates car rides anyway.
- The worst part of the day was when we were driving to the vet the second time, and out of nowhere she asked me the worse effing question. "Anna, if I died tomorrow, would you know that I loved you?" Words can't even describe how much those words hurt. OF COURSE SHE DOESN'T!!!!! If she loved me, she wouldn't treat me the way she does. But it sucks because of course she has me locked in a lose-lose situation. I certainly can't tell her that I don't think she loves, but I also can't not answer her question (because, to her, that's even worse than lying). I just said, "Duh, of course I know you love me because you let me listen to my favorite song all the time." And then I got out of further discussion by turing on said song as loud as I possibly could.
It's been a rough day, guys.