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A while ago, I drew a comic. Just a short four-paneled thing. It was definatly a vent picture. It was entitled 'A Mother's Love'. It stemmed from winter sickness. As perusual, I like almost die around the end of winter, I run a dangerously high temperature, have horrible migranes that won't go away, i have a constant, unrelenting cough, I ache all over, and obviously for all these reasons, I can't sleep.
Well my mom has always been a mother who asks if your sick and then locks you and the germs in your room. (From the outside) So Anymore, I don't expect sympathy from her, no maternal pat, no 'aww baby..', nothing. If i'm lucky I'll get an angry "Have you taken anything yet?" If I answer no, she gets furious with me, on top of pushing me and my 'germs' away. (It's allergies combined with a lack of breathing....Not a virus. Since it happens and has happened every year since I was 8 you'd think she'd be used to it by now.) If I answer yes to her question, she goes "Well, I don't know what else to do for you.." (If i'm lucky I'll get a 'sorry'or a 'sweetie'.) Any way, it was the middle of the night, I was running a dangerous temperature of 106, shivering constantly, kept crying out in pain so bad that I took something to lower my fever... The heat was acctually hurting me. I didn't want to wake my mom up,because she had to work in the morning, so I kept myself quiet, you know, a 'Cry to yourself' kind of thing. Well eventually i needed to know that someone was there, so like the needy puppy thaat I am, i crawled into moms room and laid on the floor so i wouldn't wake her up.I was still crying, cause it really hurt, it hurt for my skin to touch anything, even other skin, my head felt like it was gonna bust open, and my ribs,diaphram and lungs hurt from coughing so bad. Apparently, i woke mom up. Immidiatly she sat up and started screaming at me. "What the hell are you doing in my room, you woke me up, you know I have work tommorrow, how can you be so inconsiderate?!" I sobbed and just completely rolled over and played dead, I felt that miserable.I kept appologizing over and over again, but she wouldn't stop. I finnally slunk back into my room. She got up and came in there yelling had i taken anything, when my answer was yes, she asked me what, and when i told her she threw two bottles of pills at me, and screamed at me to take them, take them now. (those hit my spine) I didn't have any water and I wasn't going to get up and try to walk past her while she was pissed, so i sat there looking helpless until she screamed at me again. She finnally went back to bed and I felt horrible for the next month.

Well today she was at it again. This morning she came into my room and woke me up cause I go to school on thursdays. Well, i have fifteen minutes till they leave, and my pants and jacket are out there...in the bathroom to be exact. She's up and awake and she's always angry in the mornings...Always. I've managed a less-stress morning plan to stay out of her way as much as possible. I wait till she's in the shower and sneak in, grab my clothes and exit. making sure not to close the door to quickly cause it'll send a gust of cold air and i'll be yelled back in there. I get dressed (2 minutes people, not two hours) and get my stuff ready. Well, my purse/satchel happens to be in the living room, so i go to go get it. I linger a few seconds too long and mother emerges from the shower, running ot the dryer (and complaining all the way) how she can't find clothes. I find that if i help her, it alleviates stress on her and she doesn't yell so much. So i ask her what she's looking for. Socks, today it's socks. I find some, and go 'Here, i found some pink ones' She puffs up "Yeah, Those are the ones I just brought in here." I get defensive "No..They're not." then realize my mistake. "-Well, maybe you did, but i found them underneath those clothes" she retorts "Well, they must be in my room then. I'll show you!" she goes and gets the other pair and i say, 'oh, well i'm sorry.' then she starts crying abou thow no one helps, that we make everyhting worse, that she could deal with it if we were just not helping, but we're making it worse. I give her my most 'Oh HEEEEEEEEEELL NAHW' face and listen since i can't escape, the she bitches,telling me to make sure my cat is out. "I'll put her out when i go out" i say, cause since it was raining she'd just run right back in. well , i take my stuff out to the car, and come back for the cat, since mom's still not ready to go yet. As soon as i get to the door, she opens it and screams at me, i'm so upset i yell 'what' back at her, she screams, get your cat! i control my temper an dpick up my jesus-cat, Gir, and carry her out into the rain.When mom finnally comes out to the car, she's yelling about plywood that she told me to put up/cover yesterday morning,(she called from work and asked, and i said yeah, i would, and then i had to hang up on her to break up a vicious dogfight, so i forgot, besides, she came home at 5, and since it's out in front of our porch you have to step on it to get inside) and then abou t the trash that she did not ask me to take out. she swears she asked me, but she didn't. Then she's yelling at me about how she's the only one that does anything in that house. THAT pissed me off. I do one neccecary chore a day, if not more, I always cookdinner/make sure everyone's fed, i do uniforms for school and work for them, and I clean up and take care of everyone's pets. Including my own. If i make a mess, it's in my room, except i do have a bad habit of leaving my clothes in the bathroom.. But i pick up accumulated piles of clothes (from the bathroom) and wash/dry/fold/put them up. So oh hell no. All in all, i'm just pissed.

This is after the fact I bought her a wonderful mother's day gift, and was going to clean the whole house for her.. spotless, for mother's day. I was so happy. I love giving gifts.. I really do. I got her a nice t-shirt, since she keeps complaining she doesn't have 'nice' casual wear. she works in a fire/water restoration company. She lifts boxes, scrubs soot off walls, packs everyhting up, extreme cleans, basically. All her t-shirts get bleach on them, or they get torn, or covered in soot. So I got her a Nice TinkerBell shirt. she loves Tink. So I figured it'd be perfect. I was so happy. That she was gonna love it. That she would be happy and stop yelling. But...Now i'm just upset, more sad upset than mad, cause, she ruined it. She ruined my gift-buzz.. and me wanting to do anyhting for her at all... and i feel bad that i feel this way, but i'm not having this anymore..

On a related, but side, note. Does anyone think my mom is manipulating me? Everyone's said it, but I really don't know. i mean, my desire to please her takes a creepy priority to other things in my life, and I think she's part of the reason I turned out so pup-like. But activly manipulating me? All the time?

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The Vampire Harem

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