A refreshing phone call with Mother.

So I just spoke to my mom on the phone. She was apologetic about how I can’t come along to help her in Maine. She said she’d talked to my dad and decided it would be too stressful for me. She sounded so regretful that I was fully prepared to act relieved for reasons notContinue reading “A refreshing phone call with Mother.”

Oh mylanta!

What have I gotten myself into? My mom, having broken up with her boyfriend, is hellbent on going to Maine to pack up the stuff in her cottage. She’s going to sell the house there and relocate permanently here to  Louisville. (She’s had dual residence for the past several years, spending time here and there.Continue reading “Oh mylanta!”

I’ve been butt-dialed!

We made plans tomorrow to meet at the county clerk’s office: me, my sister, and my parents, to transfer the title of my sister’s car to me. Then my dad would drive home, and I’d go with the others to my mom’s condo, where my sister would show me how to drive the car. (I’veContinue reading “I’ve been butt-dialed!”

Triggered! Again.

TRIGGER WARNING: References to physical abuse with language that could be considered triggering, but no graphic descriptions.  And she’s been triggered again, folks. I was helping my mom yesterday for the second day in a row, and she was gushing on and on about how my evil sister’s going to have to show me howContinue reading “Triggered! Again.”

Doing it the hard way. Again.

I went over to help my mom today, and she paid me $14,000. Well, technically, she offered to buy me my sister’s old car at that price (and apparently my sister has had equal or higher offers). I told her not to drop that kind of coin on a car, and that I’m morally opposedContinue reading “Doing it the hard way. Again.”

What it all goes back to!

I’m feeling much better today, having slept it off. I know what my anger goes back to, but that doesn’t mean I know how to fix it. When I was living in Georgia, down south, and working at KidsPeace, my coworkers constantly bullied me, but I didn’t recognize how awful they were. I figured theyContinue reading “What it all goes back to!”

A fine serving of hysteria for breakfast.

It’s been a terrible day. It started with an email from the DMV reminding me of the appointment I made to take Mother to get her real ID next week. The real ID is going to become a requirement for national travel here in the US. A regular driver’s license won’t cut it anymore, butContinue reading “A fine serving of hysteria for breakfast.”

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