I'm back from my "vacation" to Virginia Beach to visit my niece for her graduation. I'm so exhausted. I'm still bitterly angry too. I hate traveling with my mother. You see, whenever she tags along , I am a second class citizen who is responsible for all her things, and myself. Packing is her sitting in one spot saying " Get this and get that" , she insists she has to drive and I'm in the passenger seat where she slings her purse on top of me and her cane, and then constantly " Can I get over? is this my exit? Can I get over? Help me merge." so the stresses of driving are all on me as well. The moment I begin to do anything she starts spitting commands she needs this, or do this, or do that. I get so tired of that, but it's how it is. She's also petty and loves drama decided she wasn't going to Neva's graduation because she was mad I asked her to please let me put clothes on after I just got out of the shower before commanding me to put her nylons on her. She got over herself when she realized I wasn't gonna feign sympathy for her.

She thinks of no one put herself.




Anyway, I got a *****ing when we got home because apparently I LOST HER CHARGER. I have plenty in the house, but she told me to just throw those away because she knows what her charger looks like and those aren't it. It literally broke me inside. I don't know what happened exactly -- but that whole interaction has left me not the same.It's been two days and I still refuse to talk to her. I'm just not OK.