That is what my mom does.

Or, if she finds something too unpleasant she will just pretend I didn’t say it.

It’s horrible.

She will admit something happened, but if I try to TALK about it, she’ll change the subject, or get off the phone. And her voice gets all high and weird.

I hate it.

I just don’t even bother anymore.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.