Sunday after Christmas, and I'm glad as hell it's over. (Christmas) It's been one of the hardest in my LIFE. I'm fighting continually with my college age daughter, and come tomorrow the TOUGHEST LOVE of all is going to be displayed by me. This might appear to her as a "Come to Jesus". (she's pretty close) She's not speaking to me much, and does absolutely nothing around here. When we do speak it's very short sentences and short answers.
I'm convinced she's depressed but I can not help her. I'll offer to help if I can but she has to make the move. I am all done supporting her bad habits, and being used.
Not getting along all that well with the high school age daughter either. But I think that's just a phase, and I have to be strong and make sure she knows who's still boss around here. (me or Dad)
Getting along fair with my husband, but that also changes on a daily basis.
Probably just me, all the time. Yep, I'm a martyr. I'm vindictive, I'm always "pitching a hissy". Wonder how I've been aloud to be a wife and mother for the last 25+ years?
Feeling sorry for myself, yup? PMS, probably?
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