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when i'd come home in an obviously very fucked up mental state my mom would occasionaly show concern (remember, she thinks i'm an alcoholic, dosn't matter that i don't drink, she's convinced. WHATEVER it makes a great cover, i don't know how i've made it through 6 years like this without her finding out)
so when she'd look at me kneeling on the floor unable to walk, she'd say "Amelia are you ok? you weren't doing anything like smoking the pot were you? or taking those ecstacy pills?" and i'd attempt to look in her general direction and say "oh no, someone must have put something in my drink, i'm gonna go to bed now. Goodnight" it worked like a charm every time, too bad it was never true. my mom is so dumb, and that's the one and only endearing quality she has in my eyes. |
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yes, well i no longer live with her.
when i go to her house one day for dinner i want to bring my boyfriend. and when my mom goes to bring out a bottle of wine (which she's sure to do) and offer me a glass i want him to stop her before i see her and say that he had an intervention and i'm no longer drinking. and that me seeing her drink wine or me being offered a drink would be a horrible offence to me in my sobriety. now this is only because she's fully convinced i'm a raging alcoholic, despite the fact that she's never seen me drunk or even drinking for that matter. oh, it would be so much fun. |
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what?? i may be in attendance, but i hope my boyfriend changes his mind and we leave for a lovely vacation on saturday which means i may not be in attendance. maui here i come. |
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what?? i may be in attendance, but i hope my boyfriend changes his mind and we leave for a lovely vacation on saturday which means i may not be in attendance. maui here i come. |
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