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Some Christmas.
Dec. 25th, 2004 03:54 amWell, for any kid that's ever woken up Christmas morning only to hear their parents bitching at one another... I guess I know how you feel, sort of.
I've been up for a while now, determined to finish WDKY14 (doesn't look like it's going to happen in the next few hours). I've put up the new profile image, but because of some un-stated profile image restrictions, it's shrunk. I don't know if you can read the text (I can, but then, I made it, so...).
Anyway, Mom and Gary are now arguing/fighting in her room. I'm glad I wasn't asleep, but frankly, I don't get what just happened, or why they can't handle anything like mature adults. Have I really outgrown my mom? I feel so bad that she's crying, and I'm pissed and I want to stop and tell Gary that he shouldn't put work before my mom, even if working is a necessity. I mean, Mom just went to 'visit' him today, but she ended up turning into his damn secretary, and she was there until 10:30.
I thought Christmas dinner was canceled. And after the talk Mom and I had the other night, I thought she understood I hated getting second fiddle to Gary in everything, but with how many hours that passed and she didn't call? I figured she didn't care. She apologized and all, and I know she was sincere, so now I'm feeling over(?) protective and guilty. I don't want to think that Mom and Gary have broken up, because I know she really cares about him, despite any arguments. But now I'm worried I may have given her bad advice when I said "live for yourself." What I meant was, don't put too much emphasis on him noticing and caring about you 24-7, because it's just not possible.
That was true for Scott and I as well. Jealousy --whether it's over another person or a time-consuming activity-- is never a good thing. It eats away at your soul.
Mom stresses easily, and even after she got the delish dinner prepared and ready tonight, she was still a rather unsociable dinner companion. Gary, at least, got some of my lame jokes. He said several times after he was done that he just wanted to go to sleep, but then Mom tried forcing salad on him, until he took half the bowl! I was full by then, and still nibbling on my chicken, so I could tell Mom was still on edge... she was so upset earlier, saying nothing she plans ever turns out right.
I want to point out that she's wrong, and that you can't really schedule everything-- nothing ever really turns out the way you plan. But hey, she managed to get home, whip up a fabulous dinner, and here we are-- a nice Christmas! Yay?
Yay... I hope. I'm kind of afraid to go to sleep at this point, in case they start arguing again.
And I'm really tempted to kick Gary's ass.
Hoo boy. Gotta love Christmas.
I've been up for a while now, determined to finish WDKY14 (doesn't look like it's going to happen in the next few hours). I've put up the new profile image, but because of some un-stated profile image restrictions, it's shrunk. I don't know if you can read the text (I can, but then, I made it, so...).
Anyway, Mom and Gary are now arguing/fighting in her room. I'm glad I wasn't asleep, but frankly, I don't get what just happened, or why they can't handle anything like mature adults. Have I really outgrown my mom? I feel so bad that she's crying, and I'm pissed and I want to stop and tell Gary that he shouldn't put work before my mom, even if working is a necessity. I mean, Mom just went to 'visit' him today, but she ended up turning into his damn secretary, and she was there until 10:30.
I thought Christmas dinner was canceled. And after the talk Mom and I had the other night, I thought she understood I hated getting second fiddle to Gary in everything, but with how many hours that passed and she didn't call? I figured she didn't care. She apologized and all, and I know she was sincere, so now I'm feeling over(?) protective and guilty. I don't want to think that Mom and Gary have broken up, because I know she really cares about him, despite any arguments. But now I'm worried I may have given her bad advice when I said "live for yourself." What I meant was, don't put too much emphasis on him noticing and caring about you 24-7, because it's just not possible.
That was true for Scott and I as well. Jealousy --whether it's over another person or a time-consuming activity-- is never a good thing. It eats away at your soul.
Mom stresses easily, and even after she got the delish dinner prepared and ready tonight, she was still a rather unsociable dinner companion. Gary, at least, got some of my lame jokes. He said several times after he was done that he just wanted to go to sleep, but then Mom tried forcing salad on him, until he took half the bowl! I was full by then, and still nibbling on my chicken, so I could tell Mom was still on edge... she was so upset earlier, saying nothing she plans ever turns out right.
I want to point out that she's wrong, and that you can't really schedule everything-- nothing ever really turns out the way you plan. But hey, she managed to get home, whip up a fabulous dinner, and here we are-- a nice Christmas! Yay?
Yay... I hope. I'm kind of afraid to go to sleep at this point, in case they start arguing again.
And I'm really tempted to kick Gary's ass.
Hoo boy. Gotta love Christmas.
