Ugh

It's been a while since I turned to my blog as a way to vent. But I'm feeling really frustrated now, and it's first thing Sunday morning, so this is about the only place to go with it at the moment. I have had an often difficult relationship with my mother, and this year we've actually grown closer than before -- a step in the right direction. But the truth remains that out of the list of possible things to talk to her about in this very interesting world, a very small percentage are viable. I'm not going to go into detail here, but yesterday I once again attempted the improbable and tried to bring up something I thought was important out of concern and frustration. The result, as usual, was a reply (not right away, always later, via email, so I get is as soon as I wake up) that was brief but somehow loaded with both denial and accusation. And the crappy part is, I feel like the adult thing to do would be to call and talk about it. But I'm pretty sure I know how that will go already (do I really want another email tomorrow morning?) Ugh.