That mom was pissed and rightfully so.
Haven't called mine yet. Still too afraid of the sanity-torturing nature of so many conversations with her. The higher the pressure and more forced into the corner I am by the whole financial thing on top of the unique-on-the-face-of-this-planet story I invested a decade in the prime of my life into creating only to have her deny any ability, talent, or material I've poured my heart and soul into...in the sanity-torturing ostrich-like apathetic and critical ways she does...hurts. It hurts. I don't even understand how that person and the relative behavior in what I've been begging and pleading with her just to look at for over 4 years can be my mother. I just don't understand. How can this be possible?
Anyway, today finds me restarting this President's Day in Encino.
We'll see where it leads me...
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