On to another topic....



OMG, OMG, OMG, I truly, truly have a very, very mentally ill mother. And I am not saying this capriciously.

I have had enough!

So my mother, begged and pleaded, I mean pleaded to have her paint the exterior of my house. It does need painting but I was hopeing that in 2-3 years I would have enough money to switch to siding, when I work more regularly. Plus my hubby is willing to do some repair work painting.


So, my mother, I could go on and on about how seriously mentally ill she is. Narcasistic tendencies (she only cared about our house b/c she wanted her friend invited to my son's party and she was "embarrassed" that her friend would see the house in this condition.

I mean the stories- like the walking in on my naked sister and her huby and telling them they had to get up it's morning and then looking in her condom draw and telling her they needed more. Her hubby was like... "What the F&ck?". I have a million stories. Everyone better than a Dr. Phil show. Amazing stories of her truly off the wall nutty behavior!


I had cut my mother to occasional visits and that was it. I knew that her mental illness was too much to deal with. But once I had kids, my health was bad, very bad for two years (misdiagnosis, over and over, yeah!) So I begged for her help, since I was having issues with even holding my newborn and walking, heart trouble was making me too dizzy. A-hole, doctors, another story for another day. Plus I was having a hard time with my younger son being so very very sick constantly (this month we are trying Amox 3x day for a month to see if it helps since he was sick 2 out of 30 days in April) and trying to work from home with some bad deadlines.

So I allowed her back into my life....


M38, H37
S3, S7
Together 15 yrs
Married 8 yrs
Bomb July 2008
Inhouse separation
"I hate you" "We are over" (too many times to count)
Reconciled Sept 2009 (still worth it)