Time of my Life

Oh man do I have a bad mom. I normally avoid contact with her by just not answering my phone when it comes up "Unknown Number" but I was duped today because Nicole had been calling from an unknown number. Damn, suckered into a late night drunken conversation with her again.

I can only take so much of her slandering my loved ones before I stop and ask her why she's such a terrible person. Tonight I tried to get her to realize she needs professional help but I was met with the drunken repetition, "I singed the house over to your father in the divorce". Don't ask. It's a long story but mostly it's her standard "change the subject" response she gives when anything true or meaningful (and therefore very painful) comes up in the conversation. I did score a few points though when I actually managed to get her to hang up on me before I hung up on her. About half way through the conversation it became a goal of mine.

I know it sounds awful but it's actually better than what she does when we end the conversation on good terms: She will force me to say I love her. Oh, how painful, and she's done it to me my whole life. I think that's the biggest reason why I really dislike telling anyone I love them at the end of a phone conversation.

I still hold out hope that some day she will find a reason to be a kind and functioning member of society.