i had planned on vacuuming the two large main rooms in the house, do all the dishes, and even mop the floor. along with exercising, and spending some time out in the garden. maybe even pick some flowers before they all die to brighten up the house a bit. and then i was going to try and finish a project i've been trying to finish for weeks (okay, it's a new website. which i'm hoping will make more money than my old ones).
but....as usual, my mother destroyed and crushed all of my plans and optimism in record friggin time. yes, i still live with my parents. i had planned on going to college right out of high school but some snafu with the guidance department, my sister having her first baby (and other insane things in her life), and my mother having a nervous breakdown a month before and surgery a day after graduation put all of it on hold indefinitely. so here i am, still with my parents and still taking care of my mother. even if it's usually just emotionally most of the time. but anyway, she recently broke her wrist. so she's in a cast and that means that i have had to really step up and take care of the majority of household chores. which is fine. which is good, actually. it forces me to do things. and i'm fine with that, even if i may complain occasionally. and she KNOWS that i'm fine with it. yet she pulls crap like she did today.
i woke up, drank my coffee, had a smoke, and started to vacuum earlier. i was doing fine...but my back started to spasm. so i sat down for five minutes. just until it stopped. i explained that to her. i insisted i was fine, i'm used to it by now. and that i just needed to wait it out for a bit. but...she didn't let it go at that. oh no. she immediately took charge of the vacuum and then started to say something...but i stopped her. because she has a tendency to get over dramatic and say stupid stuff. and i KNOW she was about to say something that was just uncalled for and obnoxious. so i was just like "please mom. i don't want to fight so don't start with the dramatic stuff. and please let me vacuum." apparently that was the wrong thing to say! because she launched herself into one of her episodes. i mean.... my mother is nuts. i have absolutely no doubt about it anymore. and i guess you'd have to see it to really get it...but, basically, she gets into these "moods" where ... oh my god. i can't even explain it. and if i tried, i would end up writing a book. so, just take my word for it.
after i figured out i was going to get nowhere with her, i left her alone until my back started to feel better. only five minutes later. and i went and asked if i could finish the vacuuming. and she turned around and started to lay into me about how evil i am and how cruel i can be and all this other........really crazy stuff that had nothing to do with the fact that i was merely trying to vacuum the damn rug. and then she uttered the line that just, blew my entire day. "it's too painful to watch you try to vacuum".
what. the. f*ck. seriously?! who says that to someone who just decided to finally turn their life around. i mean, way to make me feel like complete crap, mom. really. i understand that as a mother she finds it difficult to see her "baby" (hate being the youngest, really, i do) in pain...but, come on. i'm an adult, i can handle my own aches and pains and i'm fully capable of doing so without having her coddling me at every turn. all that does is make me feel like more of a loser. plus, if i'm going to get anywhere with this new plan of mine, i need to be able to work through any problems and pain i have. not have someone "save" me from even encountering it.
but that's not even the worst part. the worst and bigger point is that....two days ago, she screamed at me for 20 minutes straight about how i don't do anything around the house. which is a lie to begin with, i've been the one taking care of dishes, laundry, being their answering service, and cleaning up after my dad (he's a very messy man, and he has more clothes and shoes than anyone i've ever known) for the past 4 weeks while she's had her cast on. yet...in her crazy little head, i do absolutely nothing. in fact, i do less than nothing. i sit and watch her do everything, while she's in pain. the only way that could have sounded more insane was if she had been like "AND YOU LAUGH AT ME THE WHOLE TIME!". she's delusional!! i swear i wish i had hidden cameras or microphones or something in this house so these people (i mean, my parents) could see and hear once and for all what really goes on. not just what they want to see or hear. or what the monsters in their heads make them see and hear.
ugh. i really had to vent. i tried to call my sister...but. ha. she's got two kids and a boyfriend/baby daddy (and his family) who is ... well, that's for another venting thread, i think. and i think i may need someone to tell me i'm not the crazy one. although, no one here could give me that considering how new i am and stuff. but...sigh. maybe i should just start filling journals again.
does anyone else have a mother who seems determined to force you into an asylum? maybe someone else's horror stories would make me feel better.



