I Want My Mommy
And my daddy, too. His entire goal in life is to avoid major conflict, so he's also not speaking to me.
But about twenty times yesterday, I desperately wanted to call my mom. To get some comfort or support or perspective. I hate not speaking to her. And I'm very close to breaking down and calling her. I'm also getting increasingly angry with her for abandoning me at such a major time---when I'm moving halfway across the country---again---and starting grad school. Two huge life changes.
But since my Irish stubborness is tempered with German practicallity, I'll probably be the one to give in first.
I just can't even tell you how much this hurts.