Miracle

Yesterday, I had a traumatic doctor's appointment, and another appointment scheduled for later in the day. We planned on going to out for lunch after the first appointment.

I was too traumatized to imagine eating, but my mom was hungry, so she got some food and we went to a park so she could eat. We parked, and she stayed in the car and started to eat, and I was so pissed. I didn't say anything, and just tried to go to my happy place in my head, but that didn't work.

A miracle happened. She must have noticed that I was disturbed, and she offered to eat her lunch outside on a bench.

I thanked her. It only took her 30 years to figure this out. I've been telling her about the experiences so may of you guys have with your parents. She has never been very supportive before, but I guess she's been listening.