Oh Jilli, I'm so sorry. I know the feeling, there are things I am still mad at my dad about although I no longer really feel the heat of the anger anymore.
'Just Rewards (2)'
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
hugs Jilli.
I haven't told my mom about the Celexa prescription, first because it would make her worry, but also because that way she doesn't treat me different, so that I can get a good read on how it changes my reactions to her.
I never told my mom anything but happy news unless I absolutely had to tell her. She didn't handle bad news well.
I never told my mom anything but happy news unless I absolutely had to tell her.
Me too. I get my "catastrophizing" from my mom, so if I am having a bad day and work, and thinking "Wow, I hope things get better, because I could get reprimanded!" and I tell my mom-- she will respond "You will lose your job! And then not be able to pay rent! What are you going to do!?!?!"
My Mom is helpful to a fault, so I pretty much only tell her about ongoing issues when I'm actively seeking advice. We're very close and have a good relationship, but she's not a useful person to vent to because she always wants to fix things.
(Ok, I also didn't tell her I had pneumonia last week, but that's just because I'm lazy and haven't called her yet. If I'd had a chest x-ray or something I would have told her.)
Three cats, huddled on a tall cat tree, watching in rapt trepidation as the growling garbage truck tosses our garbage bin around. They amuse me.
Jessica's mom is my mom, especially when it comes to the children. I have to be all sweetness and light with her, or she tries to fix things, and her method of fixing things is basically to tell me in detail all the things I am doing wrong. I only lie by omission, and of course I would tell her if somebody was hospitalized.
I figure my family has bigger things to worry about right now, which is a convenient lie I tell myself. But I really don't want to add to the 24/7 worry they've got going on. My mother has shown an ability to fixate kinda distubingly on medical stuff going on with me, to the point of us having our one fight when I was back for Christmas. I'd like to avoid that fight in the future, and if being selective in what she gets to hear is how I can work out how to do it, so be it. I'd never tell my father anything and ask him to keep it from her, and I feel bad asking that of my sister, since they're so close...so...
Ugh. Not to overshare with y'all but I figure you aren't my mother, so this won't worry you: the lice is back. Unfun. I mean, I don't really mind the treatment, but I had plans for today that didn't involve the kids staying home from school, or massive laundry, or my spending two or three hours combing through everyone's heads.