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Originally Posted by MochaFrapPlz
Wow..that's even more insane.
Know what you mean about a homeless shelter though. If my dog wasn't my life, I would've stayed at one...I actually was talking to a guy that one time I went and he was telling me I was better off there too and how much he enjoyed it there because he hated his control freak of a mother.  |
It happens. Too bad you can't leave the dog with mom, and then go to a shelter. If your mother is that much of a control freak (and I don't know, since I don't remember seeing other posts on it) you might not want to suffer through that either.
One thing that really gets under my skin is when parents are still controlling their adult children, whether or not they live "at home." The worst case of it I've ever seen was when a woman I knew was telling me her new baby's name was Tamara, pronouncing it ta-MARE-ah, mare like a female horse. Her mother glared at her and snapped, "ta-MARR-ah!!!" She said it as mar, rhymes with car. This grown woman who was *not* living under her mother's roof wasn't even allowed to pronounce her own baby's name the way she wanted to.
Gaaah. Just makes me sick. I wanted to yell, "Look, woman, it's her baby," but it wasn't my place to do that. I hope little Ta-MARE-ah and her mom soon booted that overbearing old granny right out of their lives. That's what I ended up having to do. I moved 3,000 miles to get away from my family and start a new life with my husband.