This is a picture of my mother in her "angry" personality. No shit! I did not get this off of the internet. However, I am thinking of calling Hollywood. She could star in the next zombie film!
Anyways....
I spent Friday evening at my grandma/mom's house. I did laundry and we talked about old times. Old times led into my childhood. I listened to excuses being made as to why NOTHING was done to protect me.
Anxiety level: 10
After washing my clothes, I said thanks and left. I analyzed our conversations on the way home. I was angry, but I refused to cry. I wanted to cry. I'm tired of being the victim. I quickly made myself get over it.
All I can say...
pills are great.
6 comments:
Laundromat.
Worth the money.
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There are no excuses, you have a right to be angry.
Next time, go to the laundromat with your pills, I think it will be a much better experience.
:-)
damn! I always agree with Coyote
I have to say, your mother looks an awful lot like my sister-in-law Nancy.
I know you were a victim, but it is up to you if you want to remain one.
Pills are great...better living through chemistry, I always say.
Hugs to you!
Aunt B
I am still dealing with childhood baggage...I think I get it all stacked up in a closet out of sight and then someone/something opens the door and it all tumbles out again.
Deciding you won't be their victim anymore is a great step!
You've adopted better anyway!
alan
whoa!scary!!!
You look nothing like her, btw!
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