BACK STORY: When I was 12, my mom got married to a halfway decent guy. He’s not bad, but he’s not great either, but he made my mom happy and that’s all that I cared about. In fact, I cared so much about her happiness that I was willing to endure 6 years of living under the same roof as his self-obsessed, obnoxious, spoiled daughter, Amy. The entire time we lived together, she would project all of her insecurities onto me in the form of insults. Being young and wildly insecure about myself, these daily insults well and truly cut me to the core and just continued the cycle of crippling insecurity.
*collapses on my king sized canopy bed with lavender satin sheets and goose down pillows in a baby pink silk robe holding an empty (but once full) swarovski crystal wine glass, throwing a maincured hand loosely over my eyes* im in love
My mom woke me up and was like “get up let’s go to the market” so I was like ‘okay’ and I got up and got dressed and went out into the kitchen to see my mom just waking up still in her robe and she turns to me and I’m confused because she was just dressed? So I was like “did you just tell me to get up and go somewhere with you or did I dream that??????????” And she was like “…. no… I was thinking about waking you up in a few hours to ask if you wanted to go to the farmers market with me though…”
So like I had a dream she woke me up to go to the farmers market that was real enough for me to get up and get dressed only for her to tell me she had only thought about waking me up to go to the farmers market????
I was just like “yeah well you think too loud it woke me up” and went back to bed because like ??