Faulty support system

Mom did the surgery with me so that she could support me through this.


I honestly can't help but wonder if I'd be having an easier time on my own.


Mom's been entertaining the idea of buying steak so she can lick it or chew to just spit out. I've been very adamant in insisting she not, saying it would almost be more cruel. She eventually whimpers and simpers at me but in the end she gives in. She sulks about it and is annoying for awhile but she always sees logic...

Mom had her first break down today. We swung by Wal-Mart to pick up some soap to do laundry and of course their laundry stuff is over by the other groceries.

Like food.

She wanted to check out the goldfish crackers, and that was fine since we picked up another few packets of goldfish crackers. Next to the crackers were various jars of peanut butter. She wanted to grab one but I forced her onwards and managed to put the peanut butter back. This peeved her off. By now I got a phone call and was talking to the person, I was following mom on instinct, not really paying all that much attention. So I was kind of surprised to find us in the middle of the frozen foods section.

Somewhere between peanut butter and frozen pizzas mom had come to the decision that she was going to get a frozen burrito. This opened up an all out argument between us. In the middle of Wal-Mart... over an 89 cent burrito.

Nice.

She threw a bit of a tempter tantrum, I did the silent treatment thing, and she ended up calling somebody else who had had the surgery. She talked mom out of the burrito and mom continued to complain for the rest of the afternoon.

Blood. Eee. Hell.