Mother dwelling

For the past month, my mum has been living with me.

I have indirectly made reference to this in some of my entries, however the actual move happened during the "attorney" guy episode.

Mum's are great, great friends, great companions. But I am not sure that this is such a great thing to happen to me right now because this is an exceptionally emotional period for me (when isn't?). I just have some intense thinking to do & some socializing to do to build on my singledom. With my mum around it is not easy and she is very much a home hermit mom, sits at home depressed (you can see where I get it from) and just wallows or what I like to call gets in your face/space. With each call she asks, who was that, with each outing, she asks so where are you headed? No matter how I try to cheer myself up, go out, have a good time, get my mind off things, I get home and she is sitting at home in utter despair, in the dark, face turned up and she starts recounting (as if I needed reminding) all the issues going on in my life and beyond. She takes away the solace I used to get from my home. It used to be my impermeable shelter from the outside world. Now, it's like that hole that serves as a constant reminder of my pain. This would not be an issue if things had gone swimmingly last week, or with anyone, if I had someone else's home I could go to for refuge, for peace of mind, I don't and the options don't seem to be presenting themselves right now. Not at all.

Sucks to be me right now. No social life, lives with mum in her god-awful thirties, spends weekends being the "bar girl." Yep, awful stats.

Oh men, I thought this was going to be a good week...