Gahh. My mother. I don't mention her too much. But she's killing me slowly. Darcy and I went put on a walk tonight around eleven thirty. And I accidentally pocket dialed her. She stayed on the line for fifteen minutes until I noticed when I went to see if Eli had texted me. And I was like "hello?" and she started bitching about how she was trying to sleep and then she was like are you on a treadmill? It sounds like you are exercising. (why the hell was that the first conclusion she jumped to?!)
So basically she and my dad talked about "my blatant disregard for all logic and boundaries." like they could figure out my reasoning if they tried. Hah, but what killed me is that when the "conversation" was over I couldn't offer an opinion or a rebuttal. I just had to sit there and take it. Just accept what she said and worse, apologize for my "behavior". It was so stupid and pointless too, it wasn't even about the pocket dialing. It was about the fact that when she said it's the middle of the night I was like "not really, it's a little after eleven thirty...."
I can't be the only one dealing with this....
At least tomorrow when I'm sitting across from her at the table and she's pushing food at me I can just refuse it. I don't owe her my control. She takes everything else from me. This is mine. And she can't touch it. Heh
Stay strong, even in the face of adversary.