Quick Update

It’s almost the end of March.  I still have not spoken to my mother after that run-in with my brother.  She is, apparently, mad at ME.  I don’t know what I did wrong, but apparently it was bad enough for her to not call me on Christmas, see me in person at a cousins wedding and avoid me like the plague, not call me on my THIRTIETH birthday (that’s right, I’m no longer in my twenties, YIKES!!!) but sent me a measly text that said, “happy dirty thirty.  If it matters, Scott says happy birthday too.” 
No I love you or anything. 

She also informed my Grandma that she doesn't have time for me anymore because she's too busy focusing on her grandson. 

 

I think that’s when I decided that 30% of the reason I don’t want kids is because I don’t want to turn into a shitty parent like one of the ones that brought me into this world. 

That and because I just don’t want to ruin my life.