Happy birthday, MM! Bend this year to your will and make it your bitca! Or something like that.
I should add that the co-worker complaining about the horrid smell wasn't actually implying that I was its source; I heard her and my non-medicated brain automatically filled in all the blanks with IT'S ME I AM THE STENCH, and then I spent way too much time wallowing in guilt and shame and stress eating. Fortunately, just as I was about to polish off our giant tub of leftover Christmas biscotti, someone in the clinic did something unbelievably stupid and/or lazy and filled me with a good distracting dose of healthy cleansing rage. Stink-smelling co-worker was in no way to blame for my misery; it was all Zoloft deficit.
Yep, this is pretty much the reaction I expected.
That's fine. I won't call you anymore. When you think that you need your parents, we might not even be there for you. If you don't want anymore contact, then that is your choice. It is obvious that you want to live your life without us in it.
And I wouldn't have kept calling you if you had ever bothered to return any of my calls and let me know what was going on. I'm sorry for being a concerned mother.
I don't even know if I'm supposed to respond.
I don't even know if I'm supposed to respond.
Oh, yes, you're supposed to respond. You're supposed to call her immediately and beg for forgiveness, then drive down and get that necklace.
I can't believe how immature your mom is. She sounds like a pouting girlfriend!
If this goes down the same way it went down eight years ago, my dad's going to call and yell at me for making my mom cry. Luckily, I have turned off my phone.
I'd delete the voicemails without listening, too.
Forward your phone to my cell and I'll answer "Sunil's pants. Sorry, but I'm in them right now. How can I help?"
She sounds like my STBXBF. Has she threatened to throw your shit in the dumpster yet?
I commend your strength and would recommend not responding for a few days. See if she works herself out of her tizzie. She may just work herself into a bigger one, you never know. But it's not you, it's her. Don't forget that.
on't listen to voicemails or read emails for a few days. pick a number .
Good luck
The best answer is no answer
