April 3rd, 2006

Worship Chaos

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Just talked to my mom for the first time since...geez, September? Suffice it to say that it was about an hour of the angriest screaming I've ever done. I really let her have it. However, in the end...can you dig it, we might have made some progress.

We'll see.

Edit, 20:12: frankly, I'm too tired to type it all out. Let's just leave it at this: I laid it all on the line, got her to admit exactly what all it was that she disapproved of in me, set her straight on some things, and gave her the skinny on what I was willing to accept and not accept. In the end, we've got the beginnings of a truce, which is simply that she'll stop bringing up things we do not agree on and trying to change my mind about, and she'll try to understand my feelings more and find things out instead of assuming. Me, I'll try to be more understanding, and offer more so she doesn't have to assume. I don't know how well it'll work; after all, in the past, we've made these kinds of agreements and they've always died, but, as she said, "I'm old and tired", and I don't think she wants to fight it any more.

Good. Now we makes us a start.