So mom and I had our first real go at it. She's under a lot of stress I guess. But she snapped at me, wouldn't talk to me, and I left.
Then, in the morning, she expects an apology from me. I go ape. I'm screaming, in hysterics. I can't breath. I'm crying, I'm speaking garbled english. I told her that I'm sorry that she snapped at me, I'm sorry that her life sucks, I'm sorry that she has a failing marriage, I'm sorry that her life is a shit hole, I'm sorry that I don't know how to make it better. After all that, I just left the house in tears. We're only on casual speaking terms now, only 'cos Jack was here. Thank god, I couldn't take another night of it.
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