My patience only lasts an entire sixty seconds talking to my mother.
After that I'm running on fumes & have no desire to put in any more effort to keep the conversation moving along.
If it's not one thing , it's the other. She always manages to find something to complain about.
This time, it's my choice to live in the house my grandparents gave it to me .
I grew up in Parsons Manor , running alongside the ghosts in the halls & baking cookies with Nana .
I never understood the tension between them, but as I got older & started to comprehend Mom's snarkiness & underhanded insults for what they are , it made sense .
Nana always had a positive , sunny outlook on life , viewing the world through rose -- colored-- glasses.
She is always smiling & humming , while Mom is cursed with a perpetual scowl on her face & looking at life like her glasses got smashed when she was plunged out of Nana's vagina.
I don't know why her Personality never developed past that of a porcupine --- she was never raised to be a prickly bitch.
Growing up, my mom & dad had a house only a mile away from Parsons Manor.
She could barely tolerate me , so i spent most of my childhood in this house.
It wasn't until I left for college that Mom moved out of town and hour away.
When I quit college, I moved in with her until I got back on my feet & my writing career took off.
And when I did , I decided to travel around the country never settling in one place.
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♥︎obsessed demonic angel♥︎✦∇✦
Typical 😂
2025-08-08
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