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30/08/2007
being the child
The day began by me ignoring her sms, it had come to the point that I was really sick reading the sms, more than hundreds in two days, all of which telling me what to tell to brother, the reasons, yada yada yada.
But because I was ignoring the sms for almost a day already, she sent me another ten sms between the hour of two a.m. and three a.m. with the last one she demanded why I hadn't been answering my sms.
I finally burst out and replied to her that she must've been kidding me with all the sms and sending it at such ungodly hour and all about the same subject, I told her I got her point already that she didn't want him to go home before he finishes his degree and I'd tell him so, but shouldn't she sms these hundreds sms she sent to me to him instead? After all what she was telling me had a lot more to do with him than me.
Mother realized by my tone of my sms that she had pushed too far, I am very rarely talk to her impolitely or even slightly rude, so she apologized, but then on the same sms she was apologizing she continued on with her rant then closing it by telling me very honestly that no, she doesn't want to sms directly to my brother because he would not listen and would just ignore whatever that she had to say whereas my brother listened to me hence she smsed me.
When I read that sms, the sincere apology closed with the same thing she was apologizing for and honestly admit that she chose to pester me instead of my brother eventhough it was him she had problem with, from being pissed I could only laugh with resignation and shook my head.
You got to really hand it to her.
She drove me crazy. But what could I do really, after all, she was my mother.
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