When I�m with my mother, all I can think about is how astounded I am that my father hasn�t left her. When I�m with my father, I am completely amazed that my mother hasn�t divorced this asshole by now.
My parents are driving me fucking crazy. I love them, but I can�t stand them. Thank you! Thank you so much for your advice, I appreciate your concern. I am an adult. No, I am not slow on the uptake. Yes, I did wash the dishes this evening. Oh and I fed the dogs too. Is there anything else then? Is there any vodka in the house then? Thank you, folks, but goodnight.
I find myself more introverted than ever lately. I have literally no desire to share my life with them. I have all these things inside that I am aching to share - with anyone but my parents. Am I being selfish? Am I an ungrateful daughter? Am I the reason my mom keeps stashes of Vicodin and Xanax around the house? Am I the reason my father hides out at work late into the night? Is Blue the only reason they care to keep me in their home? Sometimes I wonder�
Other than that, my brain is certainly tumbling around other matters. Court date looming in the near future. (God, grant me the fucking serenity to accept the�things�yeah I don�t know the rest. I think I have an ulcer.) Boy with black hair and infectious laugh; jingling my lines and making me smile. Aside, this is the only thing that seems to bring me moments of release and calm. Blue is a masterpiece of disaster lately and whoever said kids are good for keeping you on your toes should be shot. I love my little blonde-headed calamity, my Lord how I love him! It�s just that I�ve got shin splints from being on my toes and I need a margarita, a good roll in the hay and a nap. I�ve got that coming to me, though�
Tonight, this wine glass. Tomorrow, the world.
