These days I feel like I complain way too much. It’s not good but I don’t seem to be able to stop it. I have many good things in my life. I am grateful for every one of them.
I just have an issue. One issue I can’t get my head around.
She is not the issue. She does what she can for me and Mister Pop.
But living with her is quite hard for me.
It’s now 14 months I am back in France, 14 months I live with family.
I know my family was of great help when I came back, completely lost and broken. My family helped me to recover and start again.
Obvisouly they are positive points of having my mum around.
She looks well after Mister Pop & Mister Pop is happy with her.
She is making my life easier, so when I am home, I can concentrate on Mister Pop and Mister Pop only.
She cooks and clean and wash and iron.
But there are also negative points (I just have to accept them)
She is pessimistic.
She only sees the bad and the negative in every single thing.
I don’t have free moments or moments alone or alone with Mister Pop.
She turns every little issue into a huge issue and worries a lot, much more than I do.
She does not let me do things on my own. She does them for me instead (like I am not big enough!!)
I know she wish to stay with us for a long time, not months, but years. She is doing her best. But this idea stresses me.
I should say something to her but I can’t. Because she thinks her idea to be with us is the best idea for us. I don’t want to enter a war zone. I dealt with enough wars for the time being.
So I complain. And I ask God to give me the patience to support this situation, and only see the positive and the love shared.
True. Easier said thand done.
I am just tired of accepting it…