Yeah I am good. I’ve managed to piss off everyone I’ve spoken to today.

First, Shawn’s mom starts in on me. Then my own mother managed to back me into a corner and get my hair up. So I fought back. That started a whole big ass fight. Then the phone gets passed to my Aunt Joan and bam, screaming match.

I’m fed up. My mom can seriously get fucked. I’m beyond her “holier then thou” attitude with me. I keep forgetting how perfect she is and how flawless she’s become since going back to Church.

Speaking of which, get this happy horse shit. Shawn confides in her that hes out of work. She tells both Aunt Joan and Aunt Mary and then turns around to Shawn and says:

“Well if you and Theresa bothered to take the kids to church, maybe this wouldn’t have happened. You’re both in the wrong for not getting those kids in religion classes and getting back to church.”

I shit you not. She had the balls to make it about Church. I was like fucking floored. Unbefuckinglievable. Somehow, my horrible heinous Godless soul is to blame for this mess. I was utterly speechless. She has to make everything about Church. It just pushes me more and more to not go back. Aunt Joan started in on me after that and I was like “Yanno I’m really tired of being my mothers bitch. She needs to grow up and act like an adult and proper grandparent.” Of course, if this was for Madison and the new baby coming (Johns granddaughter by his son) it wouldn’t have been an issue.

I’ve pretty much hit that point that if my mom calls for anything, I’ll just laugh and hang up or not even bother to answer. I’ve become tired of being called a martyr by her and I just sit there and take it because she’s my mother, going thru menopause and well I should be the bigger person. I don’t let anyone I know talk to me that way. Why should she be immune?

I’m just sick to death of all this shit. Right now, as far as I’m concerned, she can fuck off. I don’t need this crap with all else that’s going on at home.

Yeah, I’m good, good at being angry today. Ain’t life grand?