Please remind me…

…to never go out to lunch again with my mother.  What a disaster.  She got bored today and phoned me to meet her for lunch; as we were talking, it came up that I had gone on Sunday to visit my father, at which point she decided she would make me regret having done so by dredging up all kinds of things that I do my best every day to just forget about, and to make things worse, she misremembers an *amazing* amount so that it favours her.  And I tried to correct her, and I asked her to drop it, and I even tried just ignoring her, but she JUST WOULD NOT QUIT, to the point where I was getting a migraine, becoming pathologically depressed, and was about to cry.  Finally, when she was in the middle of completely misrepresenting her role in a particular Really Unpleasant Event (that I don’t even want to discuss in the first place!!), I had all that I could take and said, ‘Fine.  FINE!  You’re my motherfucking HERO, ok?  Might we drop it now?’  

Then she became angry because I was in public with her and wasn’t speaking like a lady.

Whatever, Bitch; last I checked, ladies *also* didn’t go out of their way to make others feel sad and uncomfortable, even more than they refrained from talking like a sailor, particularly at a meal; as a matter of fact, I believe I’ve learnt—from you!—that ladies are supposed to do everything within their power to make others feel all welcome and everything.  So fuck you.  

Needless to say, I was really upset by the time I left, so I went shopping.  

Well, we were near our city’s largest mall; what am I supposed to do?  It helps me feel less miserable.  I bought something for myself that I shouldn’t have as an ‘I’m sorry your life sucks so fucking bad’ present.  But I did get a good deal on it.  :-)  

Then I came home and got at least some work done despite having a raging headache and wound up in an IM conversation with Nurse Betty after reading a really cute ‘I love you, you’re my best friend’ email she’d sent (she always sends forwards like that to me), and so by then I was just completely *sobbing*.  Someone (family exempted) might be able to push me to cry by being mean to me, but probably not.  You can hit me, kick me, name-call me, and if I don’t do something back, I will just take it; but if you want to make me cry, be nice to me.  I hate that; I hate it when people are nice to me like that and make me start crying.  I even asked Betty to please pick a fight with me, or something, ‘cos all this crying was making my headache worse.  

Nurse Betty works with people who die all the time, every day.  In fact, if you have Betty as your nurse, odds are you’re going to kick it soon.  For this reason, she’s not going to ever pick a fight with a living human being she loves; she’s just not that type of person.  Betty doesn’t even fight with her husband; to her, it’s not worth it.  

On the other hand, her husband is an unbelievably awesome man; there’s no need to yell at him.  Well, except when he leaves the toilet seat up and she gets her butt wet in the middle of the night.  :-)  

But my point is that Betty—unlike some mothers I could mention—understands that not everyone who is here today is guaranteed to be here tomorrow, and so verbally abusing them for the sake of making yourself feel better (or whatever) is out of the question.  So much for that request.  

But at least I am not *completely* unlovable.  As some would have me think.  

So nyaah, Psychobitch.  

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