Mom: something is wrong with your dog, I do not know what his name is.
Me, in my head: never fuckingmind I have lived here for over a year with the dogs). And for a year I have asked her to to not feed the dogs people food because one of my dogs has horrible allergies. I have watched her feed them donuts and cake and as they are taking it out of her hand, she tells me I am a liar to accuse her of feeding them because she never feeds them. She basically says I am not seeing what I am seeing. I’ve never met a person who lies so intensely, so completely, that they have lost all concept of reality themselves. Well, except for my ex.
Me: his ears hurt because of the yeast infection due to eating bad foods.
Mom: and who feeds him bad foods? Not me. Feed him better.
Me: mom, I spend more money than I have to buy specialty dog food that is grain free. You give him bread and sweets all the time, which creates yeast and his skin is a mess, his ears are wretched. This is why I plead with you to stop feeding him.
Mom: no I do not fed him. Why do you lie?
Me: maybe not yet today, but his reactions build with time and he can’t get better as long as you feed him people food. I spent $300 to get hm well and it won’t last because you won’t listen.
Mom: I hate to see anything or anyone suffer. You need to do something about him. It’s cruel of you to let him suffer.
Me: I just told you I have tried but you won’t respect what’s happening and stop feeding him people food. I can’t spend $300 every month to medicate him when you give him things that nullify the meds.
(She now abruptly changes the subject)
Mom: I woke up from a bad dream. (Insert my ex’s name here) came here. He was in the house. I called 911 and then I woke up.
Me: aside from coming to pick up the kids, he will never come here mom.
Mom: why? Are you getting back together with him?
Me: are you crazy? Seriously, like crazy?! How do you derive that from what I said? I would kill myself before I got back together with hm.
Mom: well I dreamt it. And I can not tell you what to do but if you get back together with him, you have to leave here and you can never come back.
Me: well you’re crazy if you think every dream manifests itself into reality. I’ve dreamt I can fly. You see me soaring around in the sky yet? I also dream I live in a house where love and respect flow freely. You feel that here?
Damn. It’s not even 6 am and all this happens. This is why I drink. It’s not even 6:30 am and I’m thinking about when I can have my first drink.