Hit the Road

I hit the road and went to mom's today. The good news is, my mom wasn't the antagonist today. The bad news is, grandma was. I wasn't planning on going there when my mom told me a couple of days ago that grandma and grandpa would be visiting. They only visit from a different state about once a year. The plans I had today didn't happen, so... I called mom. She needed rescuing, bad.

I told her I wouldn't make it there in time for lunch. She said fine, and we'd be going out to dinner. She then added very fast that I didn't need to wait until dinner time to come there though. A serious cry for help!

Mom, who never drinks, had a couple. If you need to drink to deal with your own mother, there is something wrong. I must say though, I haven't had an alcoholic beverage since converting 3 1/2 years ago, and even I could have drank myself silly. I complain about my mom, but I love the woman. Mothers are frustrating to daughters at times, but I wouldn't trade her for anything. She asked me several times today if she was like her mom. NO, you're not. My mom is passive-aggressive, but she is trying to do what she thinks is good for me. Grandma, she makes mean comments in her casual conversation. She does it in an indirect way. I don't even know how to describe it. She's mean. I can take it, I let it roll off of me. I had a husband that made me feel stupid and worthless. I lived with him every day; I only have to deal with her once a year. If only my mom could let it roll just as easy... I can't save her from everything.