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Today I Yelled At My Mom
But it’s not what you think, I think
This morning I yelled at my mother. Not because we were fighting — we weren’t. But because she couldn’t hear me from across the room if I simply talked to her the way I used to.
My Mother is slightly deaf and refuses to get a hearing aid. To be honest, after several conversations with her about this, I understand why she doesn’t want to do it.
And, ultimately, it IS her body.
So I yell at her when we need to have a conversation from across the room.
If I don’t want to yell, either I get up and go over to her or ask her to come over to me depending on the situation.
It works for us.
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When dealing with Mom, who lives with me, we both pick and choose our battles. There are things she does that irritate me that I just put up with and I am sure there are things I do that irritate her. However, fortunately, most of the time she is too kind to let me know.
The exception is when she wakes up particularly sore and hurting from a bad night’s sleep. Then I tread carefully around her in the morning.
Despite this, we get along very well.
