DoveSoup Art

I pray I grow into a gracious old lady In advance - I apologize for posting yet another story with more of the same crap about living with an elderly parent. Here is the story... saga... my complaint... by bitch... my moan. While I was getting dinner started, mom obviously heard me moving around in the kitchen. I know this because it wasn't long before she showed up to see what was going on (read: looking food laying around to eat), She asked if there was anything she could do to help. Good start... I asked if she wanted to learn how to make pizza dough, "Would you like to help me?" Her reply; "No" I said, "There is no hand mixing or kneading, all we have to do is measure the ingredients and put them into the KitchenAid, it does all the work." Her reply: "Oh" Can anyone tell me - Why did she ask? Couldn't she have at least come into the kitchen and watch... look slightly interested... measured a couple of teaspoons of salt? Mayb...

She's like fat Persian cat sitting on a satin pillow waiting for the world stroke her silky hair, at her bidding of course. She thinks it's a privilege when she lets you sniff her puckered cat ass. Surely the entire world is interested in a whiff. You don't know how often I wish I could once again just be her daughter... not her maid, her cook, her legal secretary, her chauffeur, hair stylist and general caretaker. She doesn't need any of the above except the transportation part, good god she should never again be behind the wheel. (OK maybe some help with the hair for church too) She sits in her chair and reads, watches TV and cheats at crossword. She doesn't talk to me much and she wants to be fed. Everything I knew about her, every enjoyment I once shared with her is gone. This is not the woman I experienced as a child or as an adult. I would not choose to spend time with this person, I would not chose this person as a friend. I don't think it matters to he...