Junk E-mail

My parents have not spoken to me since my brother’s wedding last July. They sent cards at Christmas and my birthday, with maybe 8 words written in them. Tonight, I check my email and I get some freaking forward from them about how great America is and how awful Muslims are for not seeing our greatness. What a fucking load of crap!!! I hate shit like that. I want to puke and scream all at once! However, Peaches is sleeping in the next room and it would be a horrible way to wake her up, so instead, I decided to blog.

You want to see a depiction of my mother? Watch “TransAmerica” (it is a great movie with excellent acting and a brave script). Brie’s mother reminded me so much of my mother, the lack of respect, the inability to see what her child is, and the way she turned everything to be an affront to her. My mother just wears more beige colors and she has yet to have a redeeming scene where she is supportive to me.

I just do not understand how my parents can turn their backs on me, their own child. How can they think it is ok to send me some patriotic “USA is the best” bullshit email when they could hardly talk to me the last time they saw me? But like Brie said in the movie, they don’t see me and they don’t respect me.