Completely different

She is a stupid, ignorant person sometimes.

I know - I know, she made me. I owe her one. She sat for 9 months, bloated and miserable whilst my feotus developed and grew, whilst she couldn't eat pizza because it made her sick. (A punishment I wouldnt bestow on anyone - pizza's lovely.)

But her stupidity grates me, and I feel a bit guilty that it does - but she really is truely and utterly moronic.

She doesn't live near me - well vaguely, she lives in Leeds with her fiancé and her child, and her fiancé's children. (Their mother died quite recently.) Quite a lot for my mother to contend with - I feel bad for her from this respect. But my respect for her is so severely punctured that to 'cheer her up' I bought her a Take That DVD, and she was happy with that(!)...whilst I picked up an old Mike Leigh one - 'Never heard of him' my mother chimed in...well - no, she's not that sort of person.

I just find it odd how different and removed from her I feel - even something as menial as picking up completely different dvds in HMV displays our completely different mindsets.

She phones me up, if I miss one call, I'm 'in for it'. Uhoh. Here comes trouble. And when she does call me - she doesnt listen to me. She thought university lasted for one year. I want to go see the In the Loop film. She wants to see Night of the Museum 2. I mean - I get cute little guilty pleasures like that sometimes..but...

YES - yes. She's going under a momentous amount of stress - and with every snide comment I make about her, I feel more and more like a piece of unruley dog excrement. Did I mention her dad (my granddad) is currently going through chemotherapy? Thought I'd leave that little gem out. Now the unruley dog excrement has a big fat boot in it doesnt it?

Time to end this momentous twattery...and I wish my mother the best. I truely do. And it was nice of her to make me. I'm very fetching.

Haha.