Claustrophobia

Hello Everyone:


It's still May but it feels like November.  Oh well, can't do much about the weather.  More phone drama this morning, at least I got to taste my food and sip my coffee before mum threw her phone at me.  Today's lesson was teaching her how to text message on an iPhone.  She really needs to start doing more things, as much as she can for herself.  It's good for her and even better for me.  Even her doctor is telling her to be more active.  The problem is she's so accustomed to asking people to do things for her that she's made herself dependent on the good graces of others.  The real challenge is breaking that habit.  One person mum has really become dependent on is my BIL.  She feels that she has to consult with him on just about everything, not that she always listens to what he says.  For some reason, unbeknownst to me, she's assigned the role of head of our house.  He and sis are already the heads of their house, not ours.  She's also getting way too dependent on me, making me feel claustrophobic.  I get that way when people try to get too close or too needy.  I genuinely have no idea where it comes from but all I know is I'm genuinely uncomfortable.  This is why I can't stand that guy in the park, the one that got in my face.  He just attached himself to me and wouldn't leave me alone to work out.  I can't escape mum, at least not yet.  The only thing I can is encourage her to do as much as she can for herself and carve out some time to myself.