I am sitting here at 2 am because I am in pain. I very stupidly ate soy sauce yesterday. DUH!!!
Didn’t realize till I was half way home why I felt like crap. So I am in agony. As any celiac knows, even a tiny bit stays with you for days.
I have also gone back to being dairy free. Any idea how hard it is to eat??? It is amazing. I lost 5 pounds of swelling in 3 days. So I guess its worth it.
As for my mom. Well, where to start. She is a misogynist. Not joking at all! My sister and I could be the best people in the world, best bodies, best lives, best everything and she would still hate us.
Her 2 sons are total douchecanoes, but she adores them. They haven’t spoken to my parents in years. Yet she would welcome them with open arms.
Me, she tells me I am fat and lazy. I don’t clean my house. I should get rid of my cats because they cost too much. Oh and my husband doesn’t like me because he actually goes places without me. Blah blah blah
8 months ago I was living my life down in Florida. I hated it there. I get the celiac diagnosis. I change everything.
Then 2 months ago my landlady of 5 years decides she isn’t renewing my lease. Really? WTF???
So I get on the phone, call my Dad. He packs up and comes down to get me. My mother hates this because she is away from the Game Show Network for way to freakin long.
We move here to a tiny town. Less than 400 people. Across the street from my parents. That’s great. I adore my Dad. He is the best. My mom, meh not so much.
She doesn’t like people going outside. Or not watching tv every second of the day. She is obsessed with the Weather Channel!
It is sad to admit, I have nothing in common with her. At all. She might as well have given me up at birth. Actually I think she did. Daddy was my buddy. I did everything with him.
Ah well, win some, lose some.
I have wonderful friends and nieces and nephews. A fab husband.
I am back in Colorado. I love it here. I grew up here.
I have loads of doctors appointments in the next couple of months. Getting new doctors sucks. I have had the same docs for years. Now I get to start all over again.
Hopefully she will believe in the things I have wrong with me. Otherwise, onward to bigger cities.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my mom. She just isn’t the mom I had long ago. Or maybe its me. Maybe I am not the daughter she had long ago.
Either way, I am here for the duration.