"I won't be a slave for this family anymore!" Oh give it a fricking rest. Slave my ass. All you do is complain about the rest of us. "I won't pick up after all of you anymore."
"You don't have to! Just leave it." No one asked you to, no one wants you to.
"Then it will just sit!"
"So it just sits! Leave it!" God! The house will not explode if you leave something where it is. People aren't going to care if, by remote chance, they drop in unexpectedly and see a messy house.
"No! And it wouldn't hurt you to help out once in a while without being asked. Maybe I should get you to do dishes."
"Well, I only have, what, 45 days left anyway?"
I shouldn't have said the last bit. My mother stormed out of the house. I started crying. It just wasn't good. I hate this week. It sucks (dare I say it?) A LOT.
I was making myself a snack.
"I just did dishes!"
"But I'm hungry!"
*Angry sigh*
Seriously, what is with the attacking my eating all of a sudden? *sigh* And I was doing so well yesturday. I cut out all my snacks and didn't eat at work. And then today all I did was eat. Although I think I figured out why I'm so hungry. Damn birth control pills "may cause an increase in appatite...may cause weight gain/weight loss..". Ugh. But seriously, eating is not worth the nagging and looks from my mother. This is just not a good week at all.
Mark, when are you coming home? I need a hug.
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mare. I don't know how many times i have to say this, or how many times you'll hate me for saying it, but really, you're hott, steamy, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with you. I agree with the messy house bit, my house is a mess, and if people see it like that, well, at least they get to see the real me, right? I think that's the way it's meant to be. I personally think your mom is either a) PMSing, b) menopausing, or c) jealous of you because you're everything she wants/wanted to be either now or when she was younger. Screw your mom and just eat when you're hungry, what you want to eat. I'd rather have a happy mare who weighs *gasp* six pounds heavier (yay! mare reached triple digits!) than a depressed mare that's dying and in need of clare's doughnut cart.
I can send a virtual hug if you like. *hug* see? rabe has emotions! tell me when you have a day off sometime and we can get together and mare can come over here and we'll have a fort chix day.
The morale of the story is: I heart mare! be happy!
Thanks for the hugs guys! And Rabe, it is now a Mare 10 pounds heavier (who has been in the triple digits since grade 8 lol)!
Mare. We will like you, no matter your weight. Within reason. Like, I would say 999 lbs. is fine, but like 1000 lbs., well, that sort of makes driving in cars awkward, no? But seriously, you`re great, weight doesn`t matter as long as it isn`t affecting your health, which yours is not.
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