oh, mother.

Revelation about half an hour before midnight: I know where my trust issues come from!

(hurraaaah, let's pop the champagne, blast the confetti, kiss your neighbors, yadda yadda yadda)

So, these trust issues basically did not stem from an old relationship when I was cheated on, as I originally thought. I remember blaming everything on this guy and this particular relationship for messing me up, saying it to every guy I've dated (which is not much.................but that's not the point), and now apparently it's not, technically, entirely his fault. Well, okay, it is his fault for being an ass either way, but nothing can be done about that. He was built that way.

Anywhore - no, I can't blame it entirely on him this time. Let me tell you a story. Just an hour ago, my dad came home and my mom asked whether he'd had dinner. He hadn't. My mom went to the kitchen to whip up a quick dinner. I went to check my nephew, who seemed fast asleep at first, but then I discovered he seemed to have a runny nose - whatever it is, he had trouble breathing and sure enough, he started crying while still making horrible 'nose stuck' noises. I brought him to my mom, who then fussed over him and left the stove on.

After heating up milk for my nephew, I walked into the kitchen and was about to start making a sunny side up for my dad when my mom showed up behind me - with the baby in her hands and all - and can't. even. let me. cook. a sunny side up. A SUNNY SIDE UP. She literally took the egg from my hand, told me how to turn the stove on, splashed the egg on the pan, sprinkled some salt to it, and it was only then that she left. LOL.

I'm not angry, just baffled and amused, to be honest. My mom doesn't even trust me to make a sunny side up. I mean, I know I'm a lousy cook, but still... but you know, I get it. I get why she's that way, because I am just like her. It's funny - when you're a kid, you try so hard to resemble your parent(s), you try so hard to look for evidence that you are indeed their daughter... and now you're older and you realize you are actually a lot like them.

Bless. (Okay, now I wonder what kind of excuse I can use up as a "omg-I'm-damaged" shield next...)

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