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Angry Rant Time!


My mother just does not. GET. This.

Maybe it's because she's an ignorant bitch who doesn't listen to her daughter explaining the processes to her over and over again, or maybe it is because she has no experience of higher education and lacks a hands-on understanding. Processes which my Nan, who is incredibly stressed because her husband has cancer and needs a lot of care, and her sister is ageing rapidly, can remember and has knowledge of. Incidentally, my Nan also has greater awareness of my deadlines and what grades I received than she does, and she also makes an effort to tell me how proud she is, and ask other questions about the subject itself.

I'm not trying to say that my Mom should have a comprehensive awareness of everything that goes on in my life, but she expects me to drop everything during exam and essay hand-in period to drive her around everywhere because she will be too drunk to do so. Later today - two days from my satire essay due date - I will be expected to do this.

And then she will wonder why I don't want to socialise with her or even live with her.

Beause, urm, my essay is far more important than watching some shitty football match with your arrogant prick of a boyfriend? Perhaps? Is that SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO difficult for her to understand? 



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May. 14th, 2011 11:21 pm (UTC)
Jesus flipping Christ, what a shitty thing to do! D:

I don't want to sounds too harsh about her, but yeah, sometimes when you're stressing and writing and stressing some more, taking a break is a good thing, but being any drunk's taxi mule isn't exactly conducive to destressing... Okay, just... I want to hug you so bad right now, I suspect you could use it.

Besides, if anyone should be watching anything, it should be hockey. We're in the fucking finals, man!
May. 15th, 2011 02:18 pm (UTC)
*Is now a lot calmer* I agree on the taking a break thing. But at least let the break be on something I like (football fucking SUCKS), and on my own terms. I felt like I wasn't given a choice and was then obligated to try and have fun when my mom's boyfriend was drunk and right in my face.

I dunno. I still feel like my mom needs a better understanding of uni and how it all works, but I've been trying since before I started two years ago, and she still doesn't get it. I'm thinking I'd be better off talking to a stuffed animal sometimes >.< Anyway. I hope the hockey went well, and the e-hug is greatly appreciated :) As always :) xox
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