My Thoughts for MondayI just got back from having dinner with my mom. Sometimes it drives me crazy trying to talk to her. I make a comment like I did tonight about President Obama giving a speech to the nation tomorrow night. To which her response is Obama is to blame for the oil spill and everything in the world is his fault. I try to reason and say Obama didn’t cause the oil spill that was BP. To that it is it is all Obama’s fault with her reading a laundry list of all the evil he is accused of.Sometimes I feel like I am the only person in the world (though I know that isn’t true) that I am the only one who is trying to give President Obama a chance. I like to strive to be a good Catholic and part of my faith is treating others the way I want to be treated. I try very hard to do that, yet, living with my mom in this nut house and having to deal with her wrath because I mention the President’s name makes me feel alone and isolated. I have always felt and been different than my peers. I don’t know why that is, but I have always marched to my own drummer.My mom and I are like oil and water. I love her as she is my mom and no matter what she says or does to me she is my mother. I also know that sometimes for my own good that I have to be separated from her. I have been trying to find the answer to the question of how do I reason with her when she goes off the deep end. We will always have a very different view of the world. I love unconditionally. I will always choose love and forgiveness over anger and hate. Love builds and hate destroys. I had always hoped my mom would realize that someday and change. I know now that things will never change, but that to understand that she is doing the best she can in life and just continue to love her.I do need an escape hatch because I need a break from living with her. Praying that God will open up the doors he wants open and whatever he brings into my life that I will meet it with a sweet, loving and submissive spirit and a smile and that I won’t whine, cry, complain, but be a good soldier. My dad raised me to be a good soldier and work to overcome the odds to achieve what needs to be achieved.Well, I better get going as I need to take my little Benji out for a walk and pray my rosary and chaplet of divine mercy later.Thanks for letting me vent about my mom.Chrisy
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