Listening with delight to Nickleback feat. Santana "Into the Night"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_yb0zK_E2Oc

In other news....

Life is changed forever, now that I see things through different "glasses". As the truth dawns on me on one problem, it has a domino effect, and other things start to make sense too.

I hurts!

Like a sinking ship with new holes revealed every day.

Mom and me are linked in a dance that is so negative, that it shocks me. Over and over. I said it before, but the more I see, the more it rattles me. It's not even any use to ask "how" and "why". It started when I was born, got worse very fast and has never gotten any better. She has her reasons, and none of them are any good.

[brief interruption: mom walked in - I scurried - alone again now - geez - *bows head in embarrassment*]

She's winning, right now. We're getting back to square one. But it's only on the surface. I will win back the lost territory. Or, in other words: The dishes piling up again, the vacuuming in my room still not done, the monday laundry didn't happen and I'm trying to stay calm and create a masterpiece (writing and art) that will knock people's socks off. Plus I didn't go to the gym again, partly scared to go, partly really wanting to.

It's an uphill thing. I thought it would be simple. "Do this". Then it turned out, that we have all sorts of little "games" that she knows about and I didn't notice before. Things she does, says, buttons she pushes, that makes me fall flat on my face. Then, I start fidgeting about, all nervy, fail at what I wanted to do, blame myself, and wonder why I'm such a failiure.

Well... as more and more of her games become obvious to me, I get more and more immune to them. It becomes easier to get back to my plan, to get things done the way I want to. Basically, to take back the power and stop living in fear, self blame, self hate, and worry.

End of vent.

May you all have a great day, with happiness and good news and all good things!

xxx