Back to the topic of our fight…
I don’t even know Denise and Vickie’s last names, Mom. I’d have no way to get in touch with them if something did happen. The fact that you believe, in your heart of hearts, that I am out to get you and sending spies to follow you and check up on you is frightening to me. And deeply, deeply saddening. Why is it easier for you to believe I have an elaborate plan to undermine you than it is to simply believe your daughter is a bitch?
When I pretended you were meddling in my privacy by coordinating with my friends Erin and Melissa, you yourself responded with: “That’s absurd!”. And you were right! It’s wholly, completely, utterly absurd, and outlandish. And yet you accuse me of the exact same thing and get mad that I deny it.
You tell me there is precedent for you to believe I am doing this, but there is not.
– you thought I asked Wendy to follow you, I have not- you thought I’d been communicating with Overtons, I have not.- you thought I’d told Jimmy he could move into your house, I have not.- you thought the I had coordinated with the woman who showed up to your book discussion group (who mentioned Pilgrim at Tinker Creek) who then showed up again in scrubs at another event you attended (again, I have not)- there is probably more that you’re accusing me of…
Anyway – I just have to stop caring that you do this to me. If I’m to have no real relationship with my mother, so be it. I have Dara to raise and our family unit to nurture and that’s about all I have the energy I have these days anyway.
I’m happy to watch my tone of voice. But I’ll
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