It had to happen
I've been home for about 4 months. If you take away the first month where I was such a mess I couldn't even get out of my pjs for longer than 2 hours a day, I've been functional for about 3 months. I've been amazed at how my parents and I have gotten along. Better than we've ever gotten along before (and for those of you who don't know, I never got along with my parents). At times I wondered if they were just biting their tounges because of the mental place I was in (they've done that before and then in a fit of rage shouted at me that they have been tolerating my behavior because of such and such). But I rode the wave of getting along and didn't question too much why were were getting along. I just thought I had really and truly come through a life altering experience and I was now becoming a true and real grown up.
Well, today was the end of that crystal clear relationship. Last night there was an argument with my mother about some financial arragements we have (she put $100 into an account for me to go towards my loans, but dad is unaware of this - why, I have no idea). It came in the form of a bank statement arriving with some withdrawals that seemed a bit odd. And my mother isn't not the most responsible when it comes to remembering what she does financially. So I called her on it. YES, I've never put a cent into the account, but its in my name and I wanted to know why she put money in and then took more money out than she put in. I think its fair that I should know what this is about. But mom couldn't remember and an argument ensued which dad got in on (not really having a clue what was going on).
It ended and I gave up on figuring out any of it. But today mom wants to continue this discussion, but not really as a discussion, as an argument about how I got her in trouble with dad because he gave it to her after the fight about why she was taking money out of my account. I just wanted to know why she withdrew more money than she had just put in. I think its resonable for me to know that. If shes hiding something for dad, thats between her and dad, not me. But a huge fight occurred and it made me realized that this is exactly why I don't want to live at home - because the smooth path will only go so long before we begin to annoy the crap out of each other.
Oh and my biggest pet peeve (which my mom hauled out of her anger tool box today) - don't tell me I'm in a bad mood. Don't tell me I'm contrary. I'm probably not and I hate it when people interpret my mood. It angers me beyond belief.
So employment, come on. I'm at the edge of reason here and I have no idea how long I will hang on before I fall off.
Well, today was the end of that crystal clear relationship. Last night there was an argument with my mother about some financial arragements we have (she put $100 into an account for me to go towards my loans, but dad is unaware of this - why, I have no idea). It came in the form of a bank statement arriving with some withdrawals that seemed a bit odd. And my mother isn't not the most responsible when it comes to remembering what she does financially. So I called her on it. YES, I've never put a cent into the account, but its in my name and I wanted to know why she put money in and then took more money out than she put in. I think its fair that I should know what this is about. But mom couldn't remember and an argument ensued which dad got in on (not really having a clue what was going on).
It ended and I gave up on figuring out any of it. But today mom wants to continue this discussion, but not really as a discussion, as an argument about how I got her in trouble with dad because he gave it to her after the fight about why she was taking money out of my account. I just wanted to know why she withdrew more money than she had just put in. I think its resonable for me to know that. If shes hiding something for dad, thats between her and dad, not me. But a huge fight occurred and it made me realized that this is exactly why I don't want to live at home - because the smooth path will only go so long before we begin to annoy the crap out of each other.
Oh and my biggest pet peeve (which my mom hauled out of her anger tool box today) - don't tell me I'm in a bad mood. Don't tell me I'm contrary. I'm probably not and I hate it when people interpret my mood. It angers me beyond belief.
So employment, come on. I'm at the edge of reason here and I have no idea how long I will hang on before I fall off.
