Little Girl Forever
Age doesn't matter to parents, I get that. My dad still calls me little girl and my mom just treats me like I'm 4. For some odd reason at 33.5 I'm going through a rebellion, everything my mother says drives me up the wall. I love my mother but sometimes she works a nerve that I can't shake.
My dog lives with her because my apartment doesnt allow dogs. I buy the food, vet bills, even tried to come over on a weekly basis to clean but it was never enough. My dog barked too much, she pooped to much, she jumps on people (my mom started that not I!). I hated to talk to her on the phone because that's all she talked about, she complained to everyone. Now here's the fucking kicker, her renter brings in a small yapper who hates anything bigger than him, so my dog isnt allowed in the house. My dog is 50 lbs. but very gentle, she requires and demands rubs more than most dogs.
I bought my dog a new pillow for her cage, so she could be comforable. I gave it to my mom but she never put in the cage. She wanted to keep it for herself, fine I will get a new one. But why int he fuck when I walk into the renter's room to put something away the pillow I bought for my dog is being used for her fucking dog?! See I complaing like a 12 y/o and I shouldnt.
But I noticed EVERYTHING I do they rag on, I expect it to a certain degree but ANYTHING and EVERYTHING I do is a butt of a joke and I know I'm angry I can't just share. I love music so I go to shows, occassionally I might get a brief interview, can I share that with her? No.
can I share that I'm trying to write fiction? No.
I noticed I can't share much with my family, I was talking to my nephew about my writing, it was the first time someone in my family was geninuinely interested in what I was writing. My dad liked the column but didnt show much interest in the fiction. I envy anyone who has a family who simple listens. I have to listen to everyone's ideas and dreams but not for me its a rare occassion.
My dog lives with her because my apartment doesnt allow dogs. I buy the food, vet bills, even tried to come over on a weekly basis to clean but it was never enough. My dog barked too much, she pooped to much, she jumps on people (my mom started that not I!). I hated to talk to her on the phone because that's all she talked about, she complained to everyone. Now here's the fucking kicker, her renter brings in a small yapper who hates anything bigger than him, so my dog isnt allowed in the house. My dog is 50 lbs. but very gentle, she requires and demands rubs more than most dogs.
I bought my dog a new pillow for her cage, so she could be comforable. I gave it to my mom but she never put in the cage. She wanted to keep it for herself, fine I will get a new one. But why int he fuck when I walk into the renter's room to put something away the pillow I bought for my dog is being used for her fucking dog?! See I complaing like a 12 y/o and I shouldnt.
But I noticed EVERYTHING I do they rag on, I expect it to a certain degree but ANYTHING and EVERYTHING I do is a butt of a joke and I know I'm angry I can't just share. I love music so I go to shows, occassionally I might get a brief interview, can I share that with her? No.
can I share that I'm trying to write fiction? No.
I noticed I can't share much with my family, I was talking to my nephew about my writing, it was the first time someone in my family was geninuinely interested in what I was writing. My dad liked the column but didnt show much interest in the fiction. I envy anyone who has a family who simple listens. I have to listen to everyone's ideas and dreams but not for me its a rare occassion.
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