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This is my second time typing this post out. I made a stupid mistake and accidentally went to another page with the page on which I was typing. As an experienced blogger, you'd think I would know better.
Oh well.
Anyway, this post could possibly go under Asperger's but I think Domestic Violence is more appropriate.
Since I lost my previous long, nice post, I'll put most of this in a nutshell. I'm filing for disability, or whatever they call it nowadays. My mother took over filing my paperwork and has been reluctant to let me do any of it. I found the paperwork she was going to turn in and it was filled with offensively conspicuous lies. I asked her about it civilly and she became defensive and tried repeatedly lying her way out of it.
On top of blatantly dishonest behavior, I found undeniable proof she was going to send it in after getting me to sign the paperwork without reading it (read: little post-it arrows telling my lawyer and I where to sign at our appointment tomorrow - why would you put that on paperwork you weren't going to do anything with?). Therefore, not trusting her, I kept my file to myself and took it to my room.
In what I believe to be an effort to have her ego come out on top, she began to nag me about the way I was washing the dishes. Mind you, I rarely do the dishes anyway because I'm very bad at them (and they're boring as hell, among other things). While she did have a point, that I was wasting water, no matter what I said, she kept telling me, in fewer words than she used, that I have no rights because I have no money. That's her back-up argument for nearly everything.
Offensive, but not particularly hurtful (I think) since our family therapist told her that's very abusive behavior.
Like I often do (and need to work on), I finally gave in to my ego and said something. I'd gone almost an hour since the conversation about my paperwork started so I think I'd done amazingly well. I finally said, in more and kinder-sounding words: "I'll give you a quarter; it'll cover the time the water was on. Now stop talking about it."
I think she was stunned or was thinking of something to say, because I got to walk off without bait being thrown at my back. When I was in my room, I could hear her complaining that a quarter was not enough… or thereabout.
Whatever. I'd like to call her a whole string of uncivil names but I'm trying to do that only around friends.
The plus side of all this is that I'm gradually becoming desensitized and learning to spot her lies. I hope. I really, really hope. Because I think she lies to me a lot.
All right, I need to give in and call her something nasty. I'll help me feel better.
Fucking bitch.