My mom is in town this week. We went out to dinner lats night where she proceeded to question my fitness level (i.e. call me fat) when I again said I want to work for the FBI.
She also called me old. At 26. I told her I am moving back to NYC next July and said it's a great place to spend your 20s. She snidely remarked that my 20s are over. I said I have 3.5 years left. She said by the time you move you will be practically 30. She then whined about getting old. I said she was making ME feel old and she shut up.
She was also rude to the waitress who came over to ask if we needed anything about 10 times because there was nobody else in the hotel restaurant. She rudely said "what do you need the table I am trying to talk to my daughter." The waitress meekly said "no" and scurried off. Of course for the rest of the night my mom complained that the waitress was nowhere to be found.
Ugh. I love my mom but she makes me feel like shit and always feels sorry for herself. At dinner she mentions how she should have eaten yesterday because she was so hungry. She always does that to get me to say, "oh mom you should eat!." She talks about how fat she is too.
But she makes sure that I know I am fat even when I'm not. Freshman year of college I come home for the first time and she grabs my stomach and says how fat I've gotten. The first thing she says. God my mom is a bitch.
6:57 a.m. - 2007-06-19
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