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[littlemoose]

Today mum gave me a hard time because I answered a question she asked me honestly.

I have to go to the shop for her every day, get the paper and a loaf, and some milk if we need it. I find this difficult even now, and I don't enjoy doing it, but I go because she can't.

Today I was depressed anyway, and beacuse I wasn't jumping through hoops with joy when she asked me to go, she asked me if I didn't like going. I told her no, that I found it hard.

Her response; "Oh. I thought you were helping because you wanted to."

What the fuck? Don't guilt trip me beacuse I'm not singing with joy over this. I do it, even though it's hard, every fucking day beacuse I WANT TO HELP. If I didn't, she'd fucking know about it because I wouldn't fucking go. And there have been times when I just wanted to scream at her to leave me the fuck alone, because I can't do this today, but I haven't. So what the fuck does she know about it?

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[shadowtalon.livejournal.com]

*huuuuuugs*

meh... mothers are hard to keep patient with some times. you've just gotta try.

[jamaisneutral.livejournal.com]

mums are... aargh... sometimes I think they see it as a personal shortcoming if we're not smiling and laughing and cheerful and chipper... and employed by the time we get out of university(!)
Remember in the Simpsons when Marge tells Lisa to smile and be sociable because it reflects on her as a mother, on the fact that she has it good at home... that episode always stuck by me.

[madscot.livejournal.com]

mothers don't take pre-natal classes, they take 'how to guilt-trip your child' classes - I'm sure of it.

*hugs* for you hun - you are an inspiration