One Sunday morning, my mom called me and asked me to come up to here place (about 20 minutes away) and help install a window. I figured I would hustle up there and be back in about 2 hours—we had nothing planned for the day and my mom who had helped us so much was asking for a small favor. A few minutes later I heard Luz scheduling a nail appointment. When she got off I asked when her appointment was and explained that I was headed up to my mom's to help she and a couple guys install a window.
She went bonkers. She started screaming at me about how I never tell her what is going on. Now, you have to know that my schedule is very rigid and almost never changes. My work, my time with my boys, and the tiny amount of free time I have in between is the time when I am home. I do nothing else. I have no friends. I don't go out. I literally have the same schedule every week. Now, knowing that and considering that this woman is screaming at me that I never tell her what is going on, you might say, "technically she is right," because for years my rigid schedule has not changed so there has never been a reason to explain it. But she screamed at me nonetheless and continued on into one of her "get the fuck out of my life" tirades.
I took it and I took it. Because my mom asked me to give her a couple hours of help, Luz decided it was cause for screaming at me to, "get the fuck out of my life!" I will never understand what happens in her head. I tried for so many years and I tried everything I could to never bring her to this point. I was constantly in fear of it because I had no way of knowing when or why it would happen again. I stayed and I took the pain. She even skipped my mom's birthday over it. Just Cian, Talon, and I went.
She went bonkers. She started screaming at me about how I never tell her what is going on. Now, you have to know that my schedule is very rigid and almost never changes. My work, my time with my boys, and the tiny amount of free time I have in between is the time when I am home. I do nothing else. I have no friends. I don't go out. I literally have the same schedule every week. Now, knowing that and considering that this woman is screaming at me that I never tell her what is going on, you might say, "technically she is right," because for years my rigid schedule has not changed so there has never been a reason to explain it. But she screamed at me nonetheless and continued on into one of her "get the fuck out of my life" tirades.
I took it and I took it. Because my mom asked me to give her a couple hours of help, Luz decided it was cause for screaming at me to, "get the fuck out of my life!" I will never understand what happens in her head. I tried for so many years and I tried everything I could to never bring her to this point. I was constantly in fear of it because I had no way of knowing when or why it would happen again. I stayed and I took the pain. She even skipped my mom's birthday over it. Just Cian, Talon, and I went.