*sighs*
...
*sighs a little louder*
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*SIGH*

*tuts*

Dude, can't we just cut to the chase and make it a shouting thread or somesuch?

AND ANOTHER THING —

Oops, this comment should be in the thread below. Sorry.

No. It's nothing. I'll just make the bed myself, no big deal. I know you're in a hurry. I'll just do it, no biggie.

and take out the trash, empty the dishwasher, feed the dog, pick up your shoes . . . you don't do anything around here, you know that?

Huh? No, really, it's no big thing, I've got it.

I'm sorry. Sometimes I just get overenthusiastic becauise I like you so much, and I'm always interested in what you have to say. I realize that maybe you don't want to hear from me every time I get the tiniest little idea, or start worrying about everything in my life. It just seems like you are the only person who really understands me, so I guess I take advantage of your kindness sometimes. I don't blame you for getting upset, really. In fact, I'm amazed you don't just tell me to fuck off completely; everybody else has.

/off topic: do you know where I can buy a gun?

The P/A Martyr Mom:

"No, look, my back isn't that bad and if I don't exercize it, it'll get worse. Really, I understand you didn't have time to vacuum my stairs for me yesterday. No, you can't do it, I want to! You just take it easy. You probably had a rough day at work."

"C'mon, Mom, you need rest; you're acting nutty here."

"Oh, I'm crazy now, am I? Yeah, I'm just an insane old lady. I'm nuts. Well thanks a lot!"

*groans, runs away to Border's for coffee and peace. ya gotta know when ya just can't win*

(The *ahem* occasional bit of vodka makes the usually WONDERFUL but only rarely Martyr Mom worse, but only a couple times a year. Vodka + bad mood = run away, 'cuz, ya know, you can't struggle your way out of quicksand, or just get angry and yank fish hooks outta your skin.)

:( Shane