My Mom | Everyone Gets a Show When They're Born, Not Just a Delusional Mother

When it comes to the relationship with my mother, all I can say is that the main characters who are spoiled and immature like my mom look like this:

And are wide like this:

My mom thinks she's one of the greatest protagonists in the room. She's actually one of the most delusional bitches who has no self awareness, or admit that her TV show of a life is one of many on God's green television sphere.

My mom thinks she is owed something from me and others, yet she's just spoiled as is by her parasocial relationships with creators on social media. Does she know that sitting while looking at the phone is just an activity that does no favors?

My mom still has a round belly, she's still diabetic, yet she's able to have access to junk food. I guess Sharesmas for her is coming in strong.

Now I'm not a fan of the whole "sharing is caring" rhetoric, only a fan of self care being caring. I mean that because who expects people to share their plate, or bowl, of food or snacks? My mom expects that from me, sadly, because since I'm autistic, I should be nice, be sweet, always say yes to everything. My mom wants a yes man in her life.

Sometimes, I need to tell my mom:

"No, mom, you should only be eating your sugar free chocolates or candy!"

Or:

"No, mom, you should only eat chips that are in YOUR plate or bowl!"

At this point, my mom wants me to share for the sake of sharing. I don't see sharing as sharing itself. Instead, I see sharing as more of another way of saying "giving."

That bitch needs to keep count of her calories.

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