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scottishlassWhile driving the porcelain bus more than once today, my mater phoned me to ask how I was doing. Telling her that I didn't feel too good and on my way to the bathroom, she continued to tell me about how her life sucks and that she is thinking about leaving my stepfather ... yet again. I don't know what else she said as I was hugging the toilet again but that is the gist of it. With no word whatsoever (well the time my ear actually was at the phone) she mentioned she is sorry or something that I feel so shitty. Nope, not a word.
Sometimes I fear I will become like her, after all she is my mother and we share about 50% of our genetic make-up and I already have caught myself imitating some of her gestures AARRGGHHH!!! I mean I do it unconsicously but still ... if this is already in the genetics I don't want to know what else is inherited. *shudders*
Sometimes I fear I will become like her, after all she is my mother and we share about 50% of our genetic make-up and I already have caught myself imitating some of her gestures AARRGGHHH!!! I mean I do it unconsicously but still ... if this is already in the genetics I don't want to know what else is inherited. *shudders*
