I had an insight after my mom came home from lunch and dropped off Lucy.
Instead of taking my parental frustrations out on Andy, I take them out on my mom. Instead of committing child abuse, I commit mother abuse. Which is probably more insidious, because there's no agency to report it to.
I'm sorry mom. I'm sorry that I blame you for everything in my life from having a stubborn son to my sloppy, unkept house.
I know it will eventually "come back at me". Unless that's one of the benefits of having a son.....
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