I made the mistake of giving my mom the link to my other blog. I like to overshare my thoughts and feelings; and now my mom wants to discuss the “meaning” of everything I write. She thinks she’s my personal therapist. I have someone more objective I pay $60 every 45 minutes to do that.
It’s killing me dead and, anyway, she would be much better off to live in ignorance about my life and my struggles and my language. (“That’s not how we raised you! What will people think about me and Daddy?”)
So I’m starting over here. And if you tell my mom I will hunt you down and kill you dead. (You goddamn motherfucking shithead bitches.)