We got a Wii on Sunday. My boyfriend had to go stand in line, at 5am, in the rain, for three hours... but he managed to get one--and it's fucking awesome. We've been Wii-boxing (and I've been kicking his ass). But now, my back is sooo sore. I needs some massages.
On Sunday, I also went to see my mother (who lives about an hour away, thankfully). The visit did not go well. She's a bitch--a close-minded, ignorant bitch to make things even more exciting. So... I'm not speaking to her. Essentially, I'm sick of her inability to take responsibility for her own actions. Before, at least, I could semi-overlook that, and blame it on her cocaine addiction. Now though, she's clean. I was the catalyst to her becoming clean. I moved her cross-country just to get her out of the environment she was in. Does that matter to her? no. She still avoids acknowledging the fact that she IS an addict. Furthermore, she wants me to be some brainless little twit, who sits there and looks nice, while not having an intelligent thought in her head, let alone an opinion. That's not me. I'm very opinionated, but I am NOT judgmental. We just don't get along. We never have, and we never will. Even my MOTHER'S friends acknowledge that I'm far more mature than she is. So I'm just over it. I'm over dealing with her.... Our nonexistent relationship isn't worth it. If a mother only has one job, it's to make her children feel loved. My mother has failed (miserably, I might add) at that job.
Perhaps I'll try starting a relationship with my father... I haven't seen him since I was four. My mother didn't get along with him, which likely means that I'll find him quite likable.
Anyhow, here's a long overdue picture of my newest tattoo (which I love):
On Sunday, I also went to see my mother (who lives about an hour away, thankfully). The visit did not go well. She's a bitch--a close-minded, ignorant bitch to make things even more exciting. So... I'm not speaking to her. Essentially, I'm sick of her inability to take responsibility for her own actions. Before, at least, I could semi-overlook that, and blame it on her cocaine addiction. Now though, she's clean. I was the catalyst to her becoming clean. I moved her cross-country just to get her out of the environment she was in. Does that matter to her? no. She still avoids acknowledging the fact that she IS an addict. Furthermore, she wants me to be some brainless little twit, who sits there and looks nice, while not having an intelligent thought in her head, let alone an opinion. That's not me. I'm very opinionated, but I am NOT judgmental. We just don't get along. We never have, and we never will. Even my MOTHER'S friends acknowledge that I'm far more mature than she is. So I'm just over it. I'm over dealing with her.... Our nonexistent relationship isn't worth it. If a mother only has one job, it's to make her children feel loved. My mother has failed (miserably, I might add) at that job.
Perhaps I'll try starting a relationship with my father... I haven't seen him since I was four. My mother didn't get along with him, which likely means that I'll find him quite likable.
Anyhow, here's a long overdue picture of my newest tattoo (which I love):