I know that my tales aren't that different than other peoples, everyday people are living their lives having their problems and most of them are larger than mine. Most of the time I find great joy in my life, but there are times.
My Mom can be the nicest sweetest person and then others she can be the most nasty rude person. She is constantly looking for a fight and then does the "oh poor picked on me." See what I mean teenager. I can handle this to a certain extent from my kids because they have teenage hormones but my 72 year old Mom has no such excuse.
Today a prime example is she was watching a new story and her TV was so loud I could have heard it if I was upstairs with the doors closed, with the TV and the fans on. She decided to tell me all about her news story about a fire, and I told her I knew about it because I could hear it. She proceeded to holler at me telling me that she couldn't help that she was deaf. And I just want to scream that she could get a hearing aid, but, frankly I didn't feel up to repeating myself 2 or 3 times.
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