Wednesday, August 07, 2002

I Don' Wanna Put In A Subject...

I'm tired, I'm cranky and I'm sick and tired of my mom's guilt trips.
I felt like crap today.
I don't usually say no when she wants me to go into town with her and act as a sheild between her and my grandmother but I kept trying to get out of it.
But nooo...First, she says ok, we just wont take grandma and that means that we wont be in town that long. I was really glad because I felt like passing out as it was...Next time I talk to her she changed her mind and she's bringing Grandma, and we're leaving early because she wants to stop by all these place before we have to drop her off at a Dr appt. Then I find out I have to go into Moriarty and get animal feed before we leave...An hour before we have to leave. So I go and do that but the windsheild whippers on the truck don't work, so I had to drive in a near down poor...Wasn't too bad as long as I went fast enough to drive the water off the windsheild. It took and hour longer then it should have but I did it. Then I get home to her bitching. She says that I should have left super early so they could have left when she had originally planned.
We have this subtle "silent" fight and so she acts all hurt for the rest of the day throws pot shots at me about how cruel I can be to her and how much I yell. So, the turns Grandma onto her side and I feel like I'm being torn both ways.
Grrrr....And then I've been getting all this crap from Aric because he's having to take over my chores.
I swear. I'm gonna scream next time she throws a fit.
I don't friggin' care what she does. Dad is always telling me to relax and let it roll off. Well, it only does that for so long when I'm already feeling stressed out.
And he also tells me I need to stop taking charge and just act like a teenager.
Well, guess what...Fuck 'em all. How the hell am I supposed to do that when I have to take care of everyone and act grown up? I'm seriously thinking about driving to Mountainair and hiding out at my other grandmother's.
For like, a week or two.

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