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July 15th, 2009

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Wednesday, July 15th, 2009 10:31 pm
You know, everytime - EVERY FUCKING TIME - I talk to my mother; I end up feeling like a sack of shit.

Tell me how a fifty year old woman has a colonoscopy and then lays in bed for three days with a 102 degree temperature before she calls her BOYFRIEND that lives in fucking TENNESSEE and has him TEXT me. Not call. Text. And not only that? GUILT text. "She needs someone that cares about her to come take care of her. Can U?"

Then, when I tell him, after the SECOND repeated text, that I'm going but she'll have to call me next time. Because really, she didn't seem to have a problem calling HIM. Believe me, I'm a cheaper telephone call. She FINALLY calls me to do the "Don't come. Just forget about me. Forget all about me." guilt call?

Did she think I was going to show up? Did she think I was going to race over there and fight with her? Or to reassure her that I don't want to forget her? And really? WHY would you sit in bed for THREE DAYS with a temperature? THREE FUCKING DAYS?

Seriously, it's like she has no ability to think for herself. And I'm really, really tired of being my mother's mother.