Try not to tear up
January 22, 2003 - 10:58pm
So I don't usually write about my mom here. I think I would either make my troubles with her sound trite, or make her look like a devil woman. The problem is neither. My mother is just... my mother. The long and short of it is she is emotionally abusive to people she loves, namely myself and my father. She never admits that she was even a little wrong about a fight, amending apologies with a but-you-made-me-so-it-was-your-fault-after-all.
I'm not complaining, I'm just trying to give you some background information, because today a monumental thing happened.
I'd been avoiding her calls since she took out her work frustration on me on Monday, mainly by cursing at me quite loudly and telling my I was disrespectful and whatnot. Monday night she called and left a message that was about 45 seconds sincere apology and 3½ minutes about why I made her yell at me.
Typical.
Anyway, she called again last night and left a message. I was in a pretty good mood (and wanted to stay that way) so I went to bed without checking it.
I wake up this morning, and waiting for me on my phone is a bonafide. sincere. guileless. humble. apology.
Hey, it only took almost 20 years for her to do that for me. That's like, nothing in the span of all time. It's great!
Really, I am so happy.
After that I went to the library to study, and the vending machine gave me two Pibbs by accident!
"This is my lucky day."
My internal dialog actually narrates like that, yes. Yours doesn't?
Then I went to Religion, which was quite edifying, actually. Even thought I'm usually pretty confused about the material, I really enjoy that class very much. The fact I have such a crush on the guy who sits next to me in there doesn't hurt. He is so articulate. Intelligence is so sexy.
I left deep in thought and went to Bio lab. I forgot to do my homework, and was all ready to grovel for a late due date, but due to the inavailability of lab books, the TA just told us to turn it in next week. The lab is supposed to last til 6:30, but only lasted until about 5:15 and I got out early enough to beat the rush at the dining hall.
I knew it was my lucky day.
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January 23, 2003 - 8:55am
Jenna, I am so happy for you. I love reading journal entries like that because I know that, though you don't always write about them, you do have more good days then bad. But I think that one was exceptionally good. I love you Jenna.
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