Day 236: Mothers

My mother shits me sometimes. Of course, I love her, as sons should, but she can be a very annoying, selfish cow when she wants to be, like all mothers.

It's really been a miracle how much time I've been able to spend with her exercising these past 12 months. I think it has surprised us both.

She can be an extremely judgmental woman, and she is as subtle as a ton of bricks.

Like the time I got published in an international book. It was published in all the major English speaking countries, and is due to be translated into other major languages as well. It is a well known series, you would know it, and I did 33 entries and was the only person from Australia to do so.

You'd think you'd be able to be a little proud about that, wouldn't you? And so I announced one day that I was pleased to actually see the fucking book in a bookstore, and showed my brother a picture from my phone. My brother thought it was great. My mother said coldly, "That's not your book".

In her eyes I was a fraud because I hadn't written the whole thing. Where was my real book?

Isn't that shithouse?

I remember being 18 and bringing home my girlfriend. She was slim, fun, sexy, smart and leggy and I was madly in love with her. She left, and again my mother (who was only 42 it turns out) said to me, "Oh she's not very pretty is she".

Fucking bitch!

Even as recently as about 5 years ago, I took a girl home for a family dinner and mum commented afterwoods, "She's not very bright, is she. That will show up in the children".

How do you please a cow like this. Not that you should want to.

She has commented on others. Too fat. Too old. Too ugly. Too stupid. You name it. The bitch has it in for them.

As I said, it's a bit of a miracle that I've been able to spend so much time with her this last year.

Family can often only be taken in small doses.

Anyway, on the health front, I just did the 2 hour walk. With my mother. I was saying how well we were doing keeping the house clean, and we were making a real effort. Rather than just saying yes it looks good, and moving on, the bitch had to say yes she got upset when it was messy etc etc ie normally it looks like shit.

Now I'm not particually sensitive but this woman lived in a dire fucking shithole of a house for about 15 years before she reno'd the kitchen. So I reminded her of this. She denied it, which really shit me, and so I pointed out that this was the reason people didn't like to visit her for so long ie her house was a shithole.

She then went into a sulk and that was that.

I don't think I'll be going for a swim with her this afternoon.