The beginning of a loooong day
Apr. 28th, 2002 06:29 amMother is furious with me, again.
Seems I never told her about the washer & dryer. Translation: she wasn't paying attention when I told her. Then she changed her story and said she had specifically forbidden me to bring the appliances here.
Apparently there's a handyman coming to renovate the garage, and he won't be able to work with them there.
In her characteristic MU manner, she then switched into attack mode and lit into Firewillow, of all people, claiming that she was manipulating me and walking all over me and why don't I have friends my age, etc etc. Attacking me is one thing, but going after my friends is another entirely, so I'm afraid the rest of the "conversation" went downhill from there.
The long and the short of it is that I have to have the appliances gone by Tuesday. Hope I can reach Poms and organise this by tonight, otherwise it'll get messy.
Stupid MU. I don't get why she has to use my friends as a weapon in order to show me what a horrible, inadequate, ungrateful and bad, bad daughter I am. She doesn't care one way or the other about my friends: they're just a means to an end. She likes them fine, but when it suits her purposes she'll extend her claws and transform them into raging demons to prove that I lack judgement and character and backbone.
Best Passive–Aggressive Argument Award: "This Ann may seem like a nice person to you, but I'm just telling you what it looks like from the outside, from an objective point of view. I'm not going to stop you if that's how you feel about it."
Hah. Like she has an objective bone in her body. Not to mention that when she's in a good mood, she's always going on about what a good influence Firewillow has been.
It just makes me want to scream and run in circles and eat the carpet, I'm so frustrated.
I need an appartment, dammit!
Seems I never told her about the washer & dryer. Translation: she wasn't paying attention when I told her. Then she changed her story and said she had specifically forbidden me to bring the appliances here.
Apparently there's a handyman coming to renovate the garage, and he won't be able to work with them there.
In her characteristic MU manner, she then switched into attack mode and lit into Firewillow, of all people, claiming that she was manipulating me and walking all over me and why don't I have friends my age, etc etc. Attacking me is one thing, but going after my friends is another entirely, so I'm afraid the rest of the "conversation" went downhill from there.
The long and the short of it is that I have to have the appliances gone by Tuesday. Hope I can reach Poms and organise this by tonight, otherwise it'll get messy.
Stupid MU. I don't get why she has to use my friends as a weapon in order to show me what a horrible, inadequate, ungrateful and bad, bad daughter I am. She doesn't care one way or the other about my friends: they're just a means to an end. She likes them fine, but when it suits her purposes she'll extend her claws and transform them into raging demons to prove that I lack judgement and character and backbone.
Best Passive–Aggressive Argument Award: "This Ann may seem like a nice person to you, but I'm just telling you what it looks like from the outside, from an objective point of view. I'm not going to stop you if that's how you feel about it."
Hah. Like she has an objective bone in her body. Not to mention that when she's in a good mood, she's always going on about what a good influence Firewillow has been.
It just makes me want to scream and run in circles and eat the carpet, I'm so frustrated.
I need an appartment, dammit!
Gah.
Date: 2002-04-28 06:04 am (UTC)Lessee... Ann puts you on track for some home appliances, which you're going to store in the garage pending your imminent departure for your own premises which are uninfested by parental units, and because your mother was not listening when she agreed to your storing them in the garage...
Re: Gah.
Date: 2002-04-28 06:31 am (UTC)But not according to her. According to her I'm a bad daughter taking advantage of her good faith and overwhelming desire to make me happy.
Then she switched tacks to explain that Ann was taking advantage of me. This is not an attack on Ann, it must be understood, although it seems that way. It's really about me, and the fact that I listened to someone other than her about something (anything at all, really).
I have learned that other people don't really figure in my mother's life unless she can use them in some passive–aggressive manner to further paint herself as the victim of some imaginary but nonetheless horrendous crime.
grr
Re: Gah.
Date: 2002-04-28 08:01 am (UTC)Suggestions - for appartment hunting, it might not be a bad idea for you to actually go walk in the neighbourhoods you want one in. Landlords don't always advertise in the newspaper - for example, it's how Loup and I found our appartment... Will let you know if I see anything too.
hi
Date: 2002-04-28 09:46 am (UTC)Yeah, firewillow is right. The best way to shop for appartements is to either:
1. Target an area: If it matters, you are best to take the next day off you have and walk down the streets of an area of town you like. This is how Chris Huang and I found our second appartement together.
2. Target a price range: If you want to pay the cheapest possible price, the best thing to do is look in the HOUR, and any other free paper like it. They all have ads for cheap places, and some of them are not that badly situated.
Re: hi
Date: 2002-04-28 11:21 am (UTC)