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Trust is a funny thing, you know. Something so irreparable that can be repaired over time. This excludes my mother, of course. It appears there is no gaining that trust back. My sister, Tina, is the perfect display of such actions. When something so small as to going to breakfast by one's self is automatically assumed as a lie. And such situation is elevated into this heap of drama-filled-mess, you just know my mother clenches to grudges for dear life!

I feel bad for my sister, I really do. The fact that she is an adult now, with a clean, lie-less slate makes no difference in my mother's eyes. In fact, I even get doubted at times. I, who's never lied to my mother, I, who's spent years of building such "fabricated" trust, gets doubted. There is no winning with such a woman. With time, you will have learned to tune such nonsense out. Really, there is this little switch inside my head that drowns out my mother's rants into nothing but a distant mumble. Such a wonderful feature that I'd love to acquire to it's fullest potential. I are but a young grasshoppa, Tina is a true master and I admire her.

Posted on May 8, 2008 6:01 PM | Permalink
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