But sometimes you get a good one incidentally.
So yesterday after I wrote, there was flurry of activity on the mom front which sucked pretty hardcore.
Because I was so angry and upset about the e-mail I received, I made myself wait a few hours before I responded to its accusations. I know I make mistakes sometimes, but really when someone:
1) accuses me of pissing away my money by comparing me to a dopey girl who would blow her rent money on a trip to Barbados,
2) accuses me of not caring about my family,
3) accuses me of not caring about people with cancer,
I get upset.
So I wrote back, which then prompted a stream of e-mails from my mother who said that she can’t be expected to stifle her feelings and my father who said I had obviously misinterpreted the message. I didn’t really respond after that because I was feeling too angry to be logical (I try not to resort to the “you’re a poo poo head” line of argument) and because I felt like if it kept going on, I would fully break down bawling at work which would be no good.
Anyway, at 5PM I came home and I let it all out. I couldn’t believe my family was acting like this. I felt frustrated, I felt angry and I felt alone. But then Boy took me and held me in his arms and I finally felt relief.
I can’t control the fact that my mother has a mental disorder and I can’t control the fact that my father makes excuses for her. But when it was time for me to go out into the world and find someone else to start a family with, I had control of that. And I think I picked pretty well.
So for my awesome husband, a million thanks and a picture of the Fresh Prince since I didn’t post one with yesterday’s entry.
Who loves you, baby?