It’s a combination of hopes and dreams at this point.

I know I should be focusing on me and being the best version of me I can be. But it’s so hard sitting in this house and listening to the hypocrisy that comes out of my moms mouth.

You know that high pitched version of your voice? Your “customer service voice” … that’s all I heard all day.

I’m not trying to nag, but this is my venting place. So here it goes.

It drives me up the wall listening to people talk about her like she’s a saint and such a sweet person. When it’s all just a fad and fake persona.

When she yells and turns everything into some drama filled fight or attack against her just because dad wants meatloaf for dinner vs an elaborate salad bar dinner 🤷🏻‍♀️… how is that normal?

How is getting mad at your laptop, then shouting about how all the tea is gone, to turn around and complain about a stack of dirty dishes, all in 15 minutes, the act of a saint?

I spent the entire day listening to different versions of “overreactions.” Like speaking over my uncle while he tried to give directions over the phone. Tossing a Starbucks drink out the window because the barista forgot to add Carmel to it.

It’s so hard to even try to communicate around her without her turning it into some big deal.

Ugh… this is why I like my space and quiet get aways. 🩷 I just can’t stand the constant state of unhappiness and blaming everyone around you for how you act. Everyone can’t be assholes …

E.M