Welcome Home Roxy Carmicheal
My parents obviously didn't give more than a second's thought when it came to naming me. After two decades, I still haven't got a romanized version of my chinese name ( of which I had only by virtue of my later grandfather who cared enough to ages after i was born)
oh god...mum nagging....blog later..
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back...oh my..one day i will just bite my tongue in half from crazy rage.
although she's trying to be pleasant ( but she's bursting through the seams with sugar-coated criticisms, i can tell) to get me to think 'aye maybe working and living home won't be so bad after all' and then when I AM back....all the horrors will begin to repeat itself. I know I make her out to be some female reincarnation of Hitler. I feel the need to say that she's a great person in many ways...many ways that are not relevant to the experience of being her only offspring. So in other words, if you're not her daughter you have naught to worry. You'll love her to bits.
Where was I ...oh yeah....i can vaguely remember making 12,455.98 entries in my webpage and live journal about being a failure....visionless, jobless...yada yada. Different styles, different words, same message. I know it and am feeling it. What makes her think I'm feeling on top of the world that she needs to hold me down to the ground? I have never met a less supportive parent. The other parent I had is absent and non-existent. What a great pair huh?
Oh good grief < there she is going on n on about Marie ( my British landlady) now...and how my landlady should have lived her live as a divorcee, why didn't she go back to Britain...bloody control freak> Shut up!
Mind you, i felt quite sane several hours ago and was most likely somewhat sane then. Not now. Oh no. Most definitely not.
Su was telling me yesterday how unreliable friends are and that at the end of the day only your family will be there to support you and see you through. And that their intentions for you are always the purest. I gave a weak cynical laugh when she said that, and the next 3 mins we ate silently.
< am being questioned on my choice of roads for my interstate drive this morning , someone with no sense of direction pretending to have one pisses the daylights out of me>
If my husband EVER morphs into any one of these traits. I will kill him...slowly and painfully. I can only take so much up to one point from one person. Not two.
well at any rate, I think I have purged myself quite nicely and can afford to say something nice in kyuuki tomoro mornings.
Mornings are always better.