Kendall here-
So first thing Saturday morning, I wake up with one of my cat’s ass in my face. MEOW. Needless to say I tried to nudge him off the bed…and he dug his vampire claws into my arm and tugged…I don’t think my veins knew what to do with that dose of WTF.
So flash foward ten minutes and I am calling my mom, who was coming over to help clean the garage, to ask her to bring me an ace bandage (needed something to cover up the grizzly marks on my arm) and she spouts “Why don’t you just get rid of the cats.” Okay she says she was just joking but my gut reaction was to hang up on her, call her back, and tell her to shut the frack up. I am sick and tired of her crap about how they are just cats…they are my babies…they eat before I do…I don’t get why she can’t grasp that simple fact.
Flash foward to her arrival…”Why are you always whining? Why are you always complaining?” And all I did was open the frellin door. Okay so I had some real practice trying to control my anger. I finally gave up and walked back into the house. I guess Jace talked to her and before I knew it she had left without saying goodbye.
It is frustrating to have this constant need to defend myself, to keep my anger in check. I feel like I keep walking into a brick wall and DAMN IT ALL-IT HURTS.
On a side note-do you want to know what one of my biggest fears is? I am afraid that I will be unable to have children. I will be having a procedure done to check into why I am having some “womenly” problems and I am honestly afraid that my doctor will tell me that I am unable to have kids. Most of the time I can’t take care of myself. Why am I thinking about kids? I am mean I could pass this on to my kid…
I know that both my parents have some issues…I do question their mental states sometimes…each one blames the other for me having bipolar…”oh you got that from your mother” or “you must of got that from your father.”
