It's another quiet Thursday afternoon. I spent the morning doing the usual chores and now have a pile a laundry to fold. Yeah! I'm being ironic. The kitchen looks so upended because of all the Passover preparations but I'm upset. I get it. I'll clean it up tomorrow when mom is done. Speaking of mom, yesterday evening Intold exactly how I feel about her obsessive pre-Passover behavior. After trying to deflect the matter by telling me that others are worse, I simply told I don't care about other peopl, I care only about what goes on in this house. Then she tried to justify her actions by explaining that it's a strict holiday. Bollocks. Is it so strict that it becomes a burden and makes people miserable? I somehow don't think so. Every minute of every day it's some new don't. This woman has gone completely overboard with all the restrictions. By he time the holiday that shall not be named rolls around, I'm so pissed off that I don't want to part of the celebration. Mom even asked me if I was going to Sis's Seder. I said no. Why would I want to subject myself to being the same place with people I can barely tolerate. Isn't it enough that I have to live with psycho-mom? I swear psycho-mom can suck the joy out of everything. She could even make a funeral more sad and depressing. O.K. I'm exaggerating. The funny thing is she does the whole psycho-mom thing every week before the Sabbath. By the time the Sabbath starts, I'm so tired and angry that whatever joy I can derive is out the window. I just want to get it over with and move on with my life. I want out so bad.
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