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Nov. 21st, 2013 10:52 pmPurposefully ignoring my mother over facebook messenger and feeling no guilt.
I just honestly don't want to talk to her. Neither of us really ever has anything new to talk about, but if I don't rehash the same shit every day, she feels like we're "drifting apart."
Plus, no matter what, she has the ability to make me feel like a steaming pile of shit by reading into absolutely everything I type. I mean, there are 3700+ miles between us, HOW THE FUCK IS THAT NOT ENOUGH SPACE!?!?!?
Plus, I think she's pissed that I had to sympathetic words when she said my father finally got up off his ass to get help for his depression. I mean, I'd like to have sympathy for him and congratulate him, but the moron was on antidepressants AND TOOK HIMSELF OFF OF THEM because, and I quote, he was "on too many damned pills". So, no, no sympathy.
Especially after both of them told me my mental health issues last spring were my own fault and that I should just "relax and get over it."
Fucking family.
In other news, the 11 year old is apparently trying to talk her mother into somehow adopting me so I can just stay with them. She also started calling me her big sister tonight. <3
8 year old was a little shit this morning and convinced his mother that he was too tired to go to school. While waiting for the 5 year old to go in, I almost told him to suck it up and go to school because he was right in there with the 5 year old boys. I reamed him out a little as we were leaving the school grounds and he settled down. Still not sure if he actually needed the day or if he just acted the part. That kid is seriously a manipulative little shit and I'm pretty sure he knows it. I also have a feeling that he's figuring out I won't take his shit and his meltdowns don't phase me.
The 5 year old, well, I get him and why he acts the way he does, but he's 5 now and I'm not going to put up with it all the time. Like this morning, I was getting him breakfast and wanted him to sit at the kitchen table to minimize the mess and he immediately starts whinging and almost crying "But mummy said I could watch TV!" But as soon as I told him to stop and tell me that nicely, it was like he flicked a switch.
I know it's not my job to play the hardass parents, but I can't help but feel that the role needs to be filled now that the dad has moved out. Mum coddles them, and that's fine, but they are all capable of so many things that they think they aren't because they've learned that if they whinge and moan long enough, their hands will be held and they'll be patted on the head.
The hilarious thing is, though they do freak out and have tantrums and melt downs, as soon as they stop long enough to listen to my advice (Stop, calm down, take a deep breath and give it a try) they tend to complete what ever it is they're working on without needing any help.
I just honestly don't want to talk to her. Neither of us really ever has anything new to talk about, but if I don't rehash the same shit every day, she feels like we're "drifting apart."
Plus, no matter what, she has the ability to make me feel like a steaming pile of shit by reading into absolutely everything I type. I mean, there are 3700+ miles between us, HOW THE FUCK IS THAT NOT ENOUGH SPACE!?!?!?
Plus, I think she's pissed that I had to sympathetic words when she said my father finally got up off his ass to get help for his depression. I mean, I'd like to have sympathy for him and congratulate him, but the moron was on antidepressants AND TOOK HIMSELF OFF OF THEM because, and I quote, he was "on too many damned pills". So, no, no sympathy.
Especially after both of them told me my mental health issues last spring were my own fault and that I should just "relax and get over it."
Fucking family.
In other news, the 11 year old is apparently trying to talk her mother into somehow adopting me so I can just stay with them. She also started calling me her big sister tonight. <3
8 year old was a little shit this morning and convinced his mother that he was too tired to go to school. While waiting for the 5 year old to go in, I almost told him to suck it up and go to school because he was right in there with the 5 year old boys. I reamed him out a little as we were leaving the school grounds and he settled down. Still not sure if he actually needed the day or if he just acted the part. That kid is seriously a manipulative little shit and I'm pretty sure he knows it. I also have a feeling that he's figuring out I won't take his shit and his meltdowns don't phase me.
The 5 year old, well, I get him and why he acts the way he does, but he's 5 now and I'm not going to put up with it all the time. Like this morning, I was getting him breakfast and wanted him to sit at the kitchen table to minimize the mess and he immediately starts whinging and almost crying "But mummy said I could watch TV!" But as soon as I told him to stop and tell me that nicely, it was like he flicked a switch.
I know it's not my job to play the hardass parents, but I can't help but feel that the role needs to be filled now that the dad has moved out. Mum coddles them, and that's fine, but they are all capable of so many things that they think they aren't because they've learned that if they whinge and moan long enough, their hands will be held and they'll be patted on the head.
The hilarious thing is, though they do freak out and have tantrums and melt downs, as soon as they stop long enough to listen to my advice (Stop, calm down, take a deep breath and give it a try) they tend to complete what ever it is they're working on without needing any help.
