mom came home. I had cleaned up the house, dad had mowed the lawn, and bought groceries and flowers and I made a sign and we went and picked her up out of province and brought her back. Sometimes it feels like she doesn’t know how lucky she is, because she was still complaining about something. To be honest within a couple hours of being together in the same room we were already frustrated with each other. This is what I mean when I say “accept her faults” and “practice tolerance”.

Anyway I have to grit my teeth and zip my mouth every now and again when she is annoying me more often to be more tolerant. It should be easier to get along with her now that I’m living with dad and working fulltime. And at the same time her and I will have time to bond. She complicates things. That’s always what she has done. And it’s like what dad says “she is what she is”. He’s right. And that’s what I mean about listening and learning from my parents. I’ve been doing that more often with dad anyway, he gives good advice. I’m really trying to be less hard headed with them.

Why be most difficult with the people who love me the most?