Friday, May 4, 2012

Good-by! Go to Hell!

Daughter's parting words to me this morning weren't very nice.  It's been a while since I've been the target of one of her rants.  I'd forgotten how painful it is.  When I came into the kitchen this morning, I discovered that Daughter had eaten a banana during the night.  I asked, "When did you eat the banana?"  I wasn't angry, didn't yell, just curious. 
That set her off.  "Not too long ago."  I didn't respond.  I didn't respond as she ranted, raved, announced she wasn't taking her pills, wouldn't be needing a lunch, would never come to see me again, etc.... 
I'm glad I no longer have to deal with this on a daily basis.  She sent me a text from the bus apologizing and telling me it was better if she didn't see me anymore.  She stated she hated herself.  I responded, "I love you and will see you on Sunday."
I am so grateful she no longer lives here. 


Anonymous said...

I'm glad you didn't bring her back home. You're both better off with some time apart.

Reverend Mom said...

I'm glad, too.

Miz Kizzle said...

I think "Goodbye, go to hell" is absolutely priceless.
Because it's all your fault when she's not having a good time.