Hello…
Here is the catch up for the public. I got in a fight with my mom at Christmas time. I am getting asked why I don’t make up, by my brother’s girlfriend whom I truly respect a lot. I am responding so, I figured I would just go ahead and make it public knowledge, so than when someone else does this I can just send them to my blog. I haven’t spoken to either of my parents since this fight.
Hello.
Your right they are my only family. That is why I was coming up there and being tolerant for a whole week. I wanted Kyra to know her grandparents. I wasn’t coming for me. My relationship with my parents was over long before Kyra was born, probably while I was little. I can’t put an exact date on it.
But now…
My family which includes my husband is way more important to me than my family of my parents. If my parents think that pinning me versus my husband is something they want to do. Well, they are going to loose everytime.
I love Adam. I don’t think my mom would put up with someone calling my dad every name in the book. Hence I won’t put up with the same to my husband.
I have been married 8 years. I know they don’t particularly like Adam they need to get over that though. He isn’t going out of my life anytime soon. We are now a package deal.
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I am allowed to have friends with whomever I want. Because someone is my friend and male does not mean I had sex with them. I am as faithful as a person can get. My mom is not an accurate tarot card reader of my faithfulness from 200 miles away if that is how she does it.
I don’t go through my friends like my mom does. I am a pickier friend picker. I don’t become friends with everyone that breathes. This way I don’t have to burn my friends when they back stab me the way she does. She has had more friend turn into enemies in the last 5 years than I would ever pick and call friends to me.
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I wasn’t happy about being pregnant while I was less than 7 weeks pregnant. So sue me. When you are that soon pregnant, you have no idea what is going on. Your system is all wacked up. You don’t know what to feel. You just exist. You aren’t even allowed to see the doctors yet. (They won’t see you until your 12 weeks.) You are just changing and have no control. When it is unexpected, I was still in shock. I didn’t want to talk about it.
I guess that ruined there holidays for the last 28 years. Because I have emotions which they don’t.
I am sorry they were all crazy excited, maybe it was them that was wrong though. More miscarriages happen in those first 12 weeks than any. If I had been all excited and something happened, I would have been crushed. I am just lucky that nothing did happen. I have a friend who has had 3 miscarriages. Marlene had a baby die. I mean this isn’t out of the realm of reality and at the time was in my mind.
I mean why do you have to count your chickens before they are hatched?? I know I shouldn’t have told them at all until I was 5 or 6 months along that was my mistake, but a promise is a promise. I kept my word.
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My dad never stands up for me. Ever…. He let my mom scream at me for 3 hours while I was holding Kyra. His response was after I asked for it was “Sometimes you are moody!”…. I am proud of my emotions. I think I control them well when I am around them. I don’t know a person on earth that isn’t moody. Dad can go jump in a river. I have decided that he needs all the drama that my mom stirs up. He thrives on it. If she doesn’t have any drama stirred up than his life would be miserable.
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I am 28 years old. My birth control options and my sex life. None of my parents business. They lost that right to know 10 years ago. I am sorry, but my parents are not close enough to me to even mention these things. Let alone try to challenge me in fights over them.
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I guess I am to ugly and unkept to be around my parents. They have to defend my hair style everytime they see me. I guess I am like a shaggy dog or a mop. I have been hounded so much because of my hair by them that compliments on my looks mean nothing coming from them. I know that within minutes of the compliment will be a total put down. If my hair looks good enough my clothes don’t. If my clothes look good enough my hair doesn’t. If both are okay. I am getting fat or just something has to be wrong with me.
My mom told me how fat I was when I was up there at Christmas. I have lost so much weight. I am down 2 pants sizes from before I was pregnant. I think I am looking the best of my whole life.
If anyone is ugly and fat in this fight it is her not me. Her hair is so so ugly. She has it that awful color. (Is it brown or is it blonde??) She combs it all over to one side like I did in high school. It makes her face look like it is 3 feet wide. She never wears anything but spandex pants. I may be unfashionable, but when compared to her. I am a fashion expert.
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She says “She should have killed me while I was a kid?”
I am sorry, but I don’t really feel the urge to hang around a person with these type of feelings. As a matter a fact… It makes me so so happy that I am living so far away.
If…
This is love and this is my “family”… Who needs enemies???
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Ask my brother on this one! I have been fighting with my parents since I remember. I don’t remember a time when I actually got along with them. My parents being especially my mom, but with my dad always seemingly agreeing.
It has to be over at some point. I think I am at that point. I am done fighting. I don’t want to be involved in drama. There isn’t fighting at my house and I will be damned if I am going to travel 200 miles to subject my immediate family to that kind of drama. This includes me, Adam and Kyra. We don’t need extra drama.
To the public… I will probably add to this post as time goes and I remember more stuff. My mom screamed at me (she claims to have not been screaming, but her voice was loud) for 3 hours. She spurted off so much stuff. I was not taking notes, but was very offended. I don’t generally put up very well, with this type stuff and would have immediately left the situation, but it was late and I was 200 miles from my home. I left the following morning at 6 am. 