tim

it never ceases to amaze me how ppl get life handed to them wrapped up in a pretty pink bow, and then convince themselves that they paid for it with sweat and blood

“The axe forgets, but the tree remembers.”

this is to be a funny addition to a sad post: my relationship with my mom started to recover - an effort on both our parts - when one day I lost my shit because she did my laundry without asking (dramatic I know, but trust me it was the straw that broke my back) and it escalated to a full blown argument where the past was being brought up. I couldn’t get her to understand that she traumatized me with how she acts on her anger and how controlling she is when she guilt trips me and threatens me, that those are things you don’t do as a parent, and me telling her that doesn’t mean I think she doesn’t love me. of course she was doing the whole parental gaslighty thing where they twist your words and pretend they didn’t say that thing that they said, but PLOT TWIST we argued over text and I got to send her screen shots of our conversation from like 1.5 minutes prior and now she is nice to me. (: