It makes it harder for me to understand why they did it, and easier to blame myself.

Well, as they're not my parents I'm completely willing to write them off as Bad Human Beings with Poor Parenting Skills who didn't appreciate or do very much to help the young Tom Scola. Who - while not perfect - was certainly a very sweet, smart, talented kid who could've used some parents who were sensitive and supportive instead of mean, petty and undermining. Or in the case of your Mom, weak.

Feel free to print that up and take it to your therapist and say, "Hey, my friends say my parents were total dicks? Is that it?"

Man, I'm working on an incredibly boring project. Why won't it end?

I think I am going to have ice cream for lunch, yes I do. And I think I will go now.

Happy birthday, Plei!

In completely unrelated news, cat peed on the bed again this morning. I honestly think she's too stupid to open the bedroom door. sigh.

Happy birthday, Ple! I hope somebody remembers to give you some weirdasss Canadian candies and/or cookies that you can't get stateside.

Eh, I'll be up there next month.

Thanks, all! So far it, it's been meh.

msbelle! I had ice cream for lunch.

I think I fit some of that, from growing up with my mom being so sick. That's ... sort of enlightening.

You might, Amy. The common denominator is the child having to take on a parental role because the parent - for whatever reason - is not capable of taking charge.

Oh. OH. Huh. That ... explains a lot.

Thanks, all! So far it, it's been meh.

Too bad! I hope the afternoon turns awesome.

I improvised. Slurpee and a salad with chicken. Ice cream place was a mess.

Okay, that seems like a better lunch. . . but darn it - we have all this extra ice cream.