My mother makes me so angry sometimes that I can't breathe. We just got off the phone from a very tumultous conversation... she asks for a couple minutes occasionally during the week (in addition to our mandatory 1-hour Sunday evening talk), but this week all she wanted to talk about was Obama and "gays in the military." This was, of course, triggered by the State of the Union this week, which she should know better than to watch because it always turns her into Mr Hyde. Not that she's ever Dr Jekyll...
I think she would've been happier if she were born in 1780, when African-Americans were slaves and gays "didn't exist" and certainly weren't allowed to publicly FEEL THINGS FOR PEOPLE.
I was watching Celebrity Rehab when she called, and I realized something about myself... maybe part of the reason that I've never used anything worse than alcohol (which by the way, maybe I need to rein that in a bit too) is because my mother is my trigger and I would be a full-blown addict.
(No, seriously, it's been an hour since I hung up on her and I'm still mad. I don't even know what to do right now.)
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