salience
August 14, 2002
So I'm sittin' at my computer, trying to soak up everything that has happened to me in the past two days...or nights rather. It seems like everything happens at night, but maybe that's just my perception. Or maybe that's just when things decide to explode. Or when I finally let them.
What started out as a normal, family dinner ended in chaos around 9:30 last night. I had made a passing comment to my mom about how she considers herself the hero of every situation. Before the words had even finished leaving my mouth I knew this would be no little snag in the family fabric. I was waiting for the walls to come tumbling down: and. they. did.
My mom and I have a weird relationship. We are really close, but have always suffered from a severe communication block. I am not sure who is at fault, really, I just know if hurts both of us immensely. The major problem is we act like everything is wonderful until I decide to be honest. Why is it always me? I have no idea. Maybe it's a subconscious, catholic, guilt thing. Who knows?
There were many tears, many harsh words, and a huge mess of hewn objects to clean up afterwards. But strangely enough, everything is much better now. Family constantly amazes me. No matter how bad things get, there is never an end. Things just keep going. Tomorrow comes, and yesterday fades...
What started out as a normal, family dinner ended in chaos around 9:30 last night. I had made a passing comment to my mom about how she considers herself the hero of every situation. Before the words had even finished leaving my mouth I knew this would be no little snag in the family fabric. I was waiting for the walls to come tumbling down: and. they. did.
My mom and I have a weird relationship. We are really close, but have always suffered from a severe communication block. I am not sure who is at fault, really, I just know if hurts both of us immensely. The major problem is we act like everything is wonderful until I decide to be honest. Why is it always me? I have no idea. Maybe it's a subconscious, catholic, guilt thing. Who knows?
There were many tears, many harsh words, and a huge mess of hewn objects to clean up afterwards. But strangely enough, everything is much better now. Family constantly amazes me. No matter how bad things get, there is never an end. Things just keep going. Tomorrow comes, and yesterday fades...
lasaliente, 00:21
