Short fuse? Hell, I don't even have one.

Mom got mad at me this morning, ostensibly over my phone use. I'm sure it actually does annoy her, but the real issue is that she and perry had a fight last night. She can't do a damn thing about him, they don't ever resolve things as far as I can tell, so she yells at me. And then she's fine. But then I'm furious, and add a little more to the list of grudges. So fucking dysfunctional, but I'm not about to try and talk to her about it because she doesn't listen. Days like this I want to refuse to talk to either of them til they go in for marriage councelling. Why do people think that stuff is only for when someone's having an affair, or something else comprably marriage-threatening? Why not "Hey, we fight all the time and Sarah's getting sick of waking up to it/falling asleep to it/getting blamed for it." She wants to talk all the time about how we have a small apartment and there's not much space for her to work if I walk around on the phone, but then she and perry scream at each other across the house and storm around. So. Rude. Inconcievable. I am so furious. I am exhausted, I am worn out, and I still am not halfway done with the hard stuff. I don't want to deal with this. I want them to shut up. I don't care what they have to do, I want them to leave.me.the.fuck.alone. How *dare* they sit around and talk about being my support and then act like children? How dare she complain about how my being on the phone affects our relationship when she's never even home? Such. fucking. bullshit. And how dare she act like I'm *lying* when I tell her that my phone card is 2.9 cents a minute?

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