Circumstances combined today that made it necessary for me to borrow some money from my mother. This is something I hate to do. My son and I arrived an met her in her in the spacious
backyard. She was glad to give it, but needed to know what it was for. I told her my husband, through no fault of his, did not get all his hours at work. We were short. We had to pay the motel or live
in our truck. Times are hard. This is the way it is. We barely get buy, but we're happy. We're patient. Things are getting better. I knew what was coming. She started the smoking lecture. I stopped her. I just couldn't bear to hear tell me that things just weren't bad enough for me. She needed to screw with my single non-life-sustaining pleasure. Because I had made different choices than her. Some were not the best choices but mostly they were just different. I was not the same as her, and she let me know that, somehow my difference violated her rights. She wanted to make sure I was being punished enough for my difference. Cigarettes seemed an excessive luxury for someone like me. She certainly did not want to pay for something she disapproved of. Her rights were in danger. I tried to assure her that things were sufficiently bad for us, and that that was all our fault for being different.
She grudgingly gave the issue up.
Because, apparently, she and her husband had provided themselves with every thing they ever had. Society had helped them in no way every single choice they made was the right one, and we are all given the same start. If things were worse for some of us it was because we just didn't do it right and therefore deserved our suffering. We owed our labor to those who had everything, and were obviously better than us. See, when our betters have all the money, the economy magically works.
They want Mitt Romney to destroy the economy and the safety net. They have there's. They are positively gleeful that the rest of us won't. They assured me that climate change was being ignored to ensure a worse earth for my son, who needs punishment because he is mine. The EPA must go for this purpose as well. I was told by her husband that sex should be potentially deadly for me, although contraceptives were fine when my mother wanted them. And of course they are good Catholicswho don't have to follow Jesus because they ate special. They need no rules. Rules are for us who are different. The hypocracy was intentional.
All of this because they paid some taxes. And everyone got health care, and that immediately caused communisim. And it was possible that at some time the government had covered something that they suddenly did not approve of. My mother was incensed that she was presently unable to enforce her belifes on everyone else.
I had to hug the man who longes for my death as I left.
Currently I am bewildered at the sudden sadism. Later. I think their hatred of my different choices will make me angry. And I keep hoping that were being punished enough.
WTF is going on?