May 24th 1991

I am in a fight with my mom. A big bad one. I am sick of always being there for her and its like I am the parent. I give her money all the time, take her where ever she wants to go, do all the cooking and grocery buying and plant buying etc...
Which is fine, its that I never get a thank you.
Or a gesture of gratitude.
Nothing.
We haven't spoken in two weeks.
Happy Birthday