- 7 years ago
I am an incredibly shy person. I am scared to ask people for help with anything, not because of my pride, but because of my mother. I feel like she made me the way I am because EVERYTHING has to be a huge deal with her. Example:
She asked me to go on 1-800 PET MEDS to order our dogs some heartworm medicine. So, I did. I knew they’d have to call our vet because it is a prescription medication. So, yesterday, while I was at the hospital waiting for FI’s grandma to get her surgery, my mom called me.
“OMG, did you know these people were going to call me at my job! Why didn’t you tell me! When I saw that it was the vet calling, my heart sank because I thought something was wrong with one of my dogs!”
OMFG, why is she so f’n dramatic! I didn’t know the vet was going to call her, I knew PET MEDS would call our vet, but that is it. The vet was calling my mom because they needed to know if the medicine was in my name or her name. No big freaking deal! She works at a very lenient place. She’s been there eight, almost nine, years. Everybody sits around on the computer and the phone, and usually the boss isn’t there. So, she wasn’t mad that they called and got her in trouble or interrupted her workday. She was mad because she “thought there was something wrong with her dogs”.
Let’s just say something actually had happened to one of our dogs, my sister and brother are BOTH home with the dogs during the day. They would have called my mom at work to tell her if something was wrong BEFORE taking the dogs to the vet. Plus, they don’t have the money to take them, so they probably wouldn’t have at all. My mom also told me that she was “so rude” to the vet receptionist because she “called and scared her like that”. The f’n vet called my mom ONE time! ONE time! If there actually had been an emergency, they (along with my brother and sister) would have called my mom numerous times! Of course, I had to sit there at the hospital feeling like I was one-inch tall, like always after one of her berating attacks.
I’m just not even looking forward to this with my wedding. Everything will be a big deal. My wedding day will 100% end up being about her (and my sister). She will belittle and berate me, until I am walking down the aisle in tears. I know it, already. It will be, “I cannot believe you made me come all the way down here, knowing I don’t have the money, to be around these stupid f’n people all day!” Ughh!