The afternoon took an unexpected turn! My mom and I got into a really dumb fight. I don't know why, but I completely lost it in the car. I was even screaming. I must have been quite frustrated. I definitely lost my patience. What I like least about my mom is that she thinks everyone can read her mind. Everything is an "well, of course!"

Anyway, I really wasn't sure what she wanted to do when I dropped her off. I think she wanted to go to her car, and I was supposed to see what she'd done with her place? Anyway, we ended up in the visitor parking, and I asked her where I should park so that it was closest to where we needed to go (wherever it was supposed to be...I wasn't sure).

She just kept telling me to park, and I kept asking her where. She said anywhere. And then she started yelling about signs?? There were some spots where I couldn't park, but I couldn't read the sign because my windows were wet. I was going to park the car, so at the very least, I could get closer to the sign to see it. If I couldn't park there, I would have moved. THen she flipped out about me parking in a spot that I wasn't supposed to be in. It was a lot of "I told you you can't just park anywhere! OF COURSE you can't park here!" and "I told you I couldn't see the sign!"

And then she just kept yelling, and I lost it...I wasn't even making sense; I think I told her to shut up. I tried to ask her again where I should park, but she just kept complaining that we were too far away from her car.

Then she said to just drive to her car, and then I could leave and not forget about going up to her place.

And her passive-aggressiveness...ugh! "You *still* haven't seen my place!" And often she mentions how great her friends are and how they care about her. She asked them to help her move and things like that, and she goes to them when she needs anything. She never comes to me. I always wonder why. I feel like I should be the one helping her to deal with these kind of things. But oh well.

When she asks for help, she expects it right away, and she expects things to be done her way. I think I have a little bit of that in me, but I try to curb the anal-ness. And I hate asking for help, too.