Weasel Of Doom

Got into a fight with my mom at Pick’n'Save. She wanted to buy meds for Dad, who has a bad cough. Mom wanted to buy the stuff that’s available in Russia for it – pieces of paper coated with mustard that you put on people’s chest to heat it up. As far as I know, THEY DO NOT SELL IT HERE. Of course, Mom kept ignoring me. Ignored me telling her Icy-Heat was not it. While I was trying to figure out what Vick’s vapor-rub patches are for, she kept asking me what they were, and when I snapped that there were no instructions on the box, Mom got pissed off. Yelled at me that I care only about myself, that I don’t give a damn about my father who is sick, etc, and stormed off. And haven’t said a word to me since.

And you know what? I don’t give a flying fuck that she is upset anymore. Yeah, I should have been more patient. On the other hand, she should behave like an adult, too. I know my parents don’t like me (love, yes; like as a person, no). They have an idea of what a daughter should be, and I am not it, that’s been made very clear over the years. I am so close to just telling them, “If I am such a big fucking disappointment, disown me and get it over with. I will never be what you want me to be, and I am sick and tired of trying.” Of course, then Mom will just tell me how selfish, melodramatic, and pathetic I am, how I over-react to everything, and what a difficult person I am to deal with. So I am not even going to bother.