I love my mother but somedays I think she’s bipolar and that’s where my brother gets it from. It can be ludicrous talking to her somedays, like today taking Dante to daycare, she looked at his lunch and asked why I packed him roast beef and a pizza pretzle, I told her because that’s what he eats at home and because he ate it at daycare yesterday. She told me he didn’t and that she threw it away and that he doesn’t eat any of his lunches and that she brings extra’s for him. Today she brought him KFC. I told her he needed to learn to eat real food which she flew off the handle saying “and that processed shit is real food?” I wanted to slap her. When we go grocery shopping we ask our child what he wants, if he eats it at home then he can eat it at daycare… and how the fuck am I supposed to know he’s NOT eating it when she’s throwing it out?
My mom is the queen of fast food, that’s all she eats, and she wonders why she has an irritable bowel, she eats nothing but crap and junk food and although I’m alright with hitting up an easy meal every so often my child is starting to expect it and doesn’t want anything healthy.
When I was a child my mom fed me a horrible amount of McDonalds, I look back now and cringe… that will not be my child. My granmother was even worse and this is where she gets off saying “well your grandmother did this to me and it drove me nuts so now I can do the same to you.” Which is so bloody mature on her side… instead of being like “no I’ll support you and your rules” she thinks it’s a funny revenge kick on the wrong person. How about being a better person and learning from your own mother and NOT doing to me what pissed you off so badly about her?
Of course not… but those of you from OD who used to read me know exactly how my mom can be… and angel some moments and a freaking vindictive witch the next.
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