They tell you your wrong at every turn but don’t have a solution.
They treat you like your their pet.
At this point, I tried to empathize and listen. It simply did not benefit me.
Don’t respect her son to follow instructions as asked or tap out if it was too much.
But I need a pill to fix this? WTF they make that at?
If you mumble half sentences, with an attitude and – I don’t have to attempt to comprehend.
I’ll gladly make a best of sleeping outside of that residence.
I should not have to trip over your useless trash in my life.
If ,I find that I have to take a pill that I don’t have no interest to appease your limited mind is live not appealing at all. What are the motives here? The time and place where she had some control over me is long gone.
Christmas sucks, and sometimes its the ones closest that you have to keep the most vigilant eye on. She can pinch here pennies and cry all she once. At the end of the day – they were both toxic and I knew somehow this day would come. My parents at the end of the day were vampires, I can recall things at times that killed my energy. I will 6 Sigma the garbage away systematically. If dealing with you is killing my energy, I will gladly sleep in my muddy ditch with that poring rain and enjoy every bit because I can stand my ground and not get punched or interrupted mid sentence. My brain works, my tapes hit, This is my own movie. I make my own scores. I reserve the right to stand my ground and not bullied by people that think the mean something important when how they treat me rings louder. WYA ? If you can’t put that respect where it belong – kick rocks.