Thursday, August 23, 2007

No Wonder I'm Neurotic

It's 11:30am and I need a drink. I am not an alcoholic, though I was dangerously close to becoming one my first year of law school. I also don't usually drink during the day or when I still have carpool to look forward to, but today - I need a drink. I need one because my mother is evil and I believe it is her fervent prayer that I never finish law school or, really, that I fail at everything I attempt.

I blogged about my crazy commute and I got love from my blogosphere peeps. I also complained to my mother, who is unemployed and in possession of a reliable automobile. I asked her for help in driving the children to and fro to eliminate my crazy commute. She declined. Then she hung up on me. To avoid dialing her phone number and yelling obscenities into the phone, I went to the gym to sweat out my anger but it hasn't worked.

An hour later, I'm teary, sweaty, and still angry. Maybe a hot shower will work miracles, though somehow I think, once the steam clears, I'll feel better but my mother will probably still be a bitch.

3 comments:

PT-LawMom said...

I have one of those, too. She's generally helpful but it's when I REALLY need her that she bitches, moans and basically says tough shit. GRRR. Hope you find another solution.

Shelley said...

That sounds very, very familiar. I can't offer you a solution, but I will extend my deepest sympathy -- I completely understand. (Maybe they have the same personality disorder?)

My bar association has an attorney assistance program. When they advertised a group for "adult children of dysfunctional families" I hopped on it -- best thing I ever did for my sanity. There is a little book out there -- daily affirmations for adult children of alcoholics (similar dynamics) which we had for the group, which was also hugely helpful.

Good for you for going to the gym. I probably would have gone for the chocolate. :)

Proto Attorney said...

Yes, very good for you for going to the gym and making constructive use of negative emotions. I probably would have called her back and yelled at her.

I can't believe she won't help you out, and her own grandchildren. I always tell my mother she'd better be nice to me and supportive -- I'll be picking out her nursing home afterall!