No More Flour Foul Up

Hello Everyone:

Today was pretty good. Last night the BIL stopped by with food, including the flour, I stored in their kitchen over Passover.  He also dropped off some leftover food including a pan of fudge brownies.  After he left I took the bag of flour over to show it her just rub it in. You know the say “it’s better to be happy than right?”  In this case I was both right and happy. According to mum, I’ve been acting strange for the past two days. I don’t know she thinks that. I’m angry at her for the rubbish she made up. I’ve kept the conversation to a bare minimum and apparently she honks that’s strange behavior. Okay, whatever. I forgot, if I’m not artificially happy, something is wrong. I don’t do artificial happy. I simply can’t pretend that all the drama she put through didn’t happen. I can’t pretend everything is back to normal.  I’m still mad but not quite as mad as Sunday. I can’t say anything to her because her cognitive difficulties are not that great. So I write it down.