So Friday morning around 10:30 my mother posts on FB saying she's going to the doctor to get migraine shots... whatever. Moments later she commented "ooops, not going... 'vehicle accident'"- in a COMMENT.
I see this FOUR HOURS LATER... and reply "Whaaat?!". Obviously a comment, not even tagging me or my brother AND that it had been FOUR HOURS, kind of hinted at that it was NOT serious.
A few hours later (around 6:30pm) she posts saying she'd backed into glass doors on the back of the house. That's all. Ruined those doors. When she posted this, we were out with the niece and nephew at a city halloween thing.
Sat morning, church (Sabbath), then family time... on the way to that at around 2, we see Mom has posted all this $#%^ tagging me by name to gripe that "neither of my sons called me, I could have been seriously hurt, they just don't care enough".
Seriously?! I am so sick and tired of NEVER being able to measure up. To NEVER be good enough. Angel and Satin in our system suffer immensely from this- in fact the "demand for perfection" and failing to live up to that likely pushed us to break to a point Charles, Satin, and Emily exist...
Since waking up this morning around 7:15 (about 3 hrs ago), we've been in and out constantly- more Angel, Satin, and some Pixie, and little me... in and out and in and out and in and out. So much instability... b/c we can't freakin even be good enough for our mother to not be freaking public shamed and called out over not calling in a panic if she's ok... for backing into a ######6 sliding glass doors?! And that she herself couldn't call to tell us over the FOUR HOURS before I saw it?! And we're supposed to freakin panic or be bad kids that don't love her?!
Angel wrote he wishes he could tell her to "###$ off" and just leave us the hell alone. I almost agree at this point. So sick of this.