This house is a hole that you could never fill...

... with shattered dinner plates, that's how we'll communicate...

I really should call my mother. Haven't heard from her in quite some time. I just don't know if I'm prepared to deal with the unholy shitstorm ( (c) Pisser) that will inevitably ensue. There's no such thing as a casual conversation with my mother. My personal issues with her aside, I just hate it that there's nothing I can do to get her out of the unhealthy and generally unpleasant situation in which she lives. If you think I'm a stubborn biatch, you should meet this woman -- I come by it honestly. She is determined to make her Hell-marriage work... to the point where she puts up with WAY more than she should. This man is in total control of her life, and it kills me to see her like that. She's always been so headstrong and independent, and now she's reduced to hiding wine in her closet at work (an elementary school library... which is NOT a good -- or LEGAL -- place to be hiding booze!) because her husband refuses to allow any in the house. She has cut people out of her life because he didn't approve of them. She has almost no friends. And she lives in constant fear of pissing him off. She needs to send his sorry ass back to Algeria, but I can't do it for her, and I can't convince her to do it herself. I just hope she doesn't wait until it's too late.