Mother

Mother has been short a few apples from her cart for quite a few years, most of her life actually.  Usually she can maintain but ever since her older brother died - whew, boy!, has she been a nut job!

So, I am painting on the bridge to the roadway and she calls.  First she wants me to drop everything and take her car shopping - I promised her to this on Friday, not Tuesday.  She knew I am painting, we have discussed this everyday for a week now!

Then she switches to the subject of her brother's estate and off she goes again.  Voice dripping in smug sarcasm at how she is the one whom has stopped his foster daughters from taking over the estate and how no one in the family appreciates her efforts.  Again I try to explain she inserted herself into the estate closing, she has no knowledge of his children other than what I told her, and she is screwing those girls out of their rightful property!  And she can not understand this!

AAAAARRRRRRGGGGHHHHHHH!

That is the problem with a narcissistic personality disorder, whom is also bi-polar!  (Oh how insensitive of me, manic depressive is so much more acceptable a term!)

You know, I really had quite a pair of parents.  Insane mother and a sociopath NAZI for a father ....  it is a wonder I can even function when I think on this!  Maybe I just really need to go shooting at the range.  It has been five years and it is oh so relaxing!  ahhhhhhhh :)

Well, calmed down, still lots of painting to do on my bridge.  Maybe I can post a picture when I am done.....