Today is very BLAH... the most BLAH I've felt in a long time. I think it has to do with a conversation with my Mother last night. We were talking about me not having enough freezer space and I said that I could either leave it with Paulette or bring it up to Toowoomba to put in Roy and Shirley's (Uncle and Aunt) freezer. She agreed with this, saying "Yes and that way Paulette can cook it for you",
WHAT MAKES MY MOTHER THINK I CAN'T COOK AT THE AGE OF 32???? Stupid fucking bitch. It's this attitude that keeps plummeting my self esteem even after I crawl back up and fight her doom and do stuff that she doesn't think I can do and then in one sentence she kicks me down again. We all know why this is, and it's discussed in another forum, but how the fuck can any parent sleep at night when they get so much pleasure from hurting their offspring?
On a happier note, Ben just cheered me up a little. :Dt.