I hung up on my mother before she could hang up on me on Friday. I just can’t take the daily dose of depression, drama and doom. Seriously. Every call leads back to misery.
So I told her I was having a hard time listening to this every day and this vexed her.
I had kept the whole turmoil of the birthgiver’s misgivings on Monday from her but I felt comfortable telling her since Friday had seen a return to the plan – she said I knew this was going to happen. I said what? Wow, a pessimist through and through.
Now, it’s day three of my boycott on her indulgent depression but why is it I feel like an asshole?
I justify my silence with the fact that even the good daughter needs a break now and then from fucking RESPONSIBILITY and doing the right thing.
Not to mention, it really is a welcome break to not have to have my guts turned inside out by listening to the mother lode at the other end of the phone trying to drag me into the pity party to end all pity parties.
Mothers don’t let your grown kids become your target practice.
Everyone is responsible for themselves and the decisions they made. Your mother’s decision is to worry about every little thing even though there’s not a daggum thing it’s going to help. Your decision is not to let your mother’s doom drama bring you down. Silence is golden.
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