My mom failed me big time. I was clear about what I would need if we were to do Thanksgiving dinner at our house. She agreed. And then she did not fulfill what she agreed to do. Now, here we are, a day away from it all. I must go to bed early tomorrow, due to the fact that we have the run early Thursday morning. So, I really only have a few hours worth of effort that I will be able to make tomorrow.
The house is not ready. My brain is not ready because of this. I will make the house functional, but it will not be what I had both wanted and needed it to be for my brain to be in a good place and for my emotions to be settled and at ease. And what really sucks about this all is that my mom doesn’t even seem to be awake of how terribly and utterly she let me down and failed me. I have a feeling that, if I were to mention it at all, even very kindly, she would yell at me and start making excuses and blame anyone but herself. So, that wouldn’t really be productive. I think I just need to be sad right now that my mom is struggling and is not helping herself or anyone else, and that she is not reliable at all; she cannot be depended upon to do anything she agrees to do.
St Michael, protect us, please. Thank you, God. In Jesus’s name, I pray. Amen.
Post-a-day 2025
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