I hate my mother.
Jan. 1st, 2004 10:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
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I really do. I don't understand why she fucking lies about everything.
*actual pair of conversations earlier today*
Mommy: Where did you think you got money from pumpkin pie?!? (this was around 6:00pm... since the pie in question was in the living room at that point, and she wasn't, she must have known about it long before 6)
Me: Oh, that's mine, I won the money off of Gabe in a bet.
Mommy: So... it's your pumpkin pie, is that it? (now, here is where I should've understood that something was wrong, but it honestly didn't occur to me)
Me: Um. Yeah. Because I won the money. Off of Gabe. In a bet. It's my money.
Mommy: (second convo)Are you going to get more eggnog?
Me: (not realizing that there is, at this point, no more eggnog)We have eggnog. If you want me to get more, I guess I can, but I don't have the money for that....
Mommy: Well, we're almost out.
Me: Okay, I guess I could get more when we run out (not sure what exactly I said at this point, but it must've been along those lines)
Now, let's hear what my mom apparently thought I said, from an actual conversation much later today. We were sitting on the bed, nice and happy and sociable and all.... This convo is the short version....
Mommy: Did you finish the pumpkin pie?
Me: Um. Yeah. Sorry, I was re-
Mommy: You didn't save ANY for me?
Me: Um, no, I'm sorry, I thought that you knew that if you wanted some, you could just have some....
Mommy: Well, I didn't even know it was there, you should've asked, you should've (etc.)
Me: Well, you must have known about it, it was sitting around all day, you mentioned it to me several hours ago. I'm really sorry, but if you want, I can get more tomorrow....
Mommy: You just don't get it, that's not it!
Me: No, I don't get it. Please explain it to me.
Mommy: You're so selfish you didn't even think to offer any to me (and so on)
Me: Well, I'm sorry, I know I should have, but I can get you another tomorrow if it's so important. I honestly thought that if you wanted some, you'd just take... it was in the fridge all day!
Mommy:...and you never save anything for me, and you SAID that I couldn't have any!
Me: Um. No I didn't.
Mommy: Yes you did! I asked you if I could have (no, she didn't) and you said that I couldn't! (no, I didn't, if she'd asked, I'd've brought her a slice of pie)(more random comments) And you refused to go to the store to get eggnog...
Me: Speaking of eggnog (trying to salvage the situation), I don't see any. Is it all gone?
Mommy: Well, you said you wouldn't get any (not true, but I can see why she might think that) and the difference between you and me is that I. Asked. and you said you hate eggnog (! I would never say that, I happen to love eggnog. Thanks for paying attention the last few years, mommy....)
Me: What? I love eggnog!
Mommy: You said you hate eggnog! And you said I couldn't have any pie, and from now on we'll follow your rules and you won't give anything to me and I won't give anything to you...
She's ALWAYS making things up to get upset about. Or twisting what people actually said and did so she can feel justified being mad at them. And I fucking hate it. I've lived through way too many years of "Jenn said this awful thing!" when she had really said something quite reasonable and barely related to whatever "awful thing" she was purported to have said to in any way even tolerate it.
And, to be clear, as for saving food for her, while I should have, and I apologised for that, saving food for my mom is a bad idea... she never eats it. And it goes bad in the fridge. Of course, when I mention this, she flips out at me that I can't even name one time. No, mom, but I can name ten times! How about that! Let's start with the last time I cleaned the fridge, okay?
*actual pair of conversations earlier today*
Mommy: Where did you think you got money from pumpkin pie?!? (this was around 6:00pm... since the pie in question was in the living room at that point, and she wasn't, she must have known about it long before 6)
Me: Oh, that's mine, I won the money off of Gabe in a bet.
Mommy: So... it's your pumpkin pie, is that it? (now, here is where I should've understood that something was wrong, but it honestly didn't occur to me)
Me: Um. Yeah. Because I won the money. Off of Gabe. In a bet. It's my money.
Mommy: (second convo)Are you going to get more eggnog?
Me: (not realizing that there is, at this point, no more eggnog)We have eggnog. If you want me to get more, I guess I can, but I don't have the money for that....
Mommy: Well, we're almost out.
Me: Okay, I guess I could get more when we run out (not sure what exactly I said at this point, but it must've been along those lines)
Now, let's hear what my mom apparently thought I said, from an actual conversation much later today. We were sitting on the bed, nice and happy and sociable and all.... This convo is the short version....
Mommy: Did you finish the pumpkin pie?
Me: Um. Yeah. Sorry, I was re-
Mommy: You didn't save ANY for me?
Me: Um, no, I'm sorry, I thought that you knew that if you wanted some, you could just have some....
Mommy: Well, I didn't even know it was there, you should've asked, you should've (etc.)
Me: Well, you must have known about it, it was sitting around all day, you mentioned it to me several hours ago. I'm really sorry, but if you want, I can get more tomorrow....
Mommy: You just don't get it, that's not it!
Me: No, I don't get it. Please explain it to me.
Mommy: You're so selfish you didn't even think to offer any to me (and so on)
Me: Well, I'm sorry, I know I should have, but I can get you another tomorrow if it's so important. I honestly thought that if you wanted some, you'd just take... it was in the fridge all day!
Mommy:...and you never save anything for me, and you SAID that I couldn't have any!
Me: Um. No I didn't.
Mommy: Yes you did! I asked you if I could have (no, she didn't) and you said that I couldn't! (no, I didn't, if she'd asked, I'd've brought her a slice of pie)(more random comments) And you refused to go to the store to get eggnog...
Me: Speaking of eggnog (trying to salvage the situation), I don't see any. Is it all gone?
Mommy: Well, you said you wouldn't get any (not true, but I can see why she might think that) and the difference between you and me is that I. Asked. and you said you hate eggnog (! I would never say that, I happen to love eggnog. Thanks for paying attention the last few years, mommy....)
Me: What? I love eggnog!
Mommy: You said you hate eggnog! And you said I couldn't have any pie, and from now on we'll follow your rules and you won't give anything to me and I won't give anything to you...
She's ALWAYS making things up to get upset about. Or twisting what people actually said and did so she can feel justified being mad at them. And I fucking hate it. I've lived through way too many years of "Jenn said this awful thing!" when she had really said something quite reasonable and barely related to whatever "awful thing" she was purported to have said to in any way even tolerate it.
And, to be clear, as for saving food for her, while I should have, and I apologised for that, saving food for my mom is a bad idea... she never eats it. And it goes bad in the fridge. Of course, when I mention this, she flips out at me that I can't even name one time. No, mom, but I can name ten times! How about that! Let's start with the last time I cleaned the fridge, okay?
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Date: 2004-01-01 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-01-02 11:26 pm (UTC)My little brother is sort of the same way. About twisting what people say. But, he's my brother, not my mom, so it's sort of different. But it's very difficult. Especially as he REFUSES to ever admit that he's wrong.
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Date: 2004-01-01 11:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-02 05:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-02 11:26 pm (UTC)My little brother is sort of the same way. About twisting what people say. But, he's my brother, not my mom, so it's sort of different. But it's very difficult. Especially as he REFUSES to ever admit that he's wrong.
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