eating out

After my brain injury, mother for some reason likes to restrict me only to one meal out per week. I mean, fair enough, I only earn thirty bucks per week, that’s not even enough to cover one torture session with Vincent the bloody physio! XD
I understand that whenever I do get to eat out, like my fortnightly trips to garden city, mother MUST also eat out. I’m cool with that, in fact, I try to remember to thank dad for taking mother out to dinner whenever I get to eat out myself.
I’m fine with mother only restricting me to one meal out per week. Like I said, sadly, I don’t earn enough nowadays to support myself. ><
But one thing I do ask of mother is that she keeps things fair. Like, I’m fine with only getting one meal out per week. But what kinda annoys me is when mother gets to eat out MANY, MANY more times than I do. ><
Take for example, Wednesday. On Wednesday, an Asian lady from Cathay Community Services comes to mind me for three hours, freeing mother to go do things like grocery shopping, relaxing at a massage, etc. but extremely often, she nags someone like Aunty Anne to take her out for lunch. I’ve tried protesting this, I mean, how come she gets to eat out while I remain cooped at home? Mother’s smug answer is always, “Because Aunty Anne shouts me.” Anyways, I’ve learnt to just thank Aunty Anne sincerely every time she comes over to shout mother out for lunch.
But it turns out that mother also gets dad to take her out for dinner whenever I’m attending something at night! Last night, I attended SHINE fellowship at church, and, while I was out, dad took mother out for dinner at Pinelands Plaza somewhere. Now, I’m not restricting mother only to one meal out per week like how she enjoys restricting me, I’m just asking her please to KEEP THINGS FAIR. Like, if she only eats out once per week, fine, restrict me to eat out only once per week, too. But if you get to eat out more than that, please let me eat out also!
In view of last night, what with dad taking mother out for dinner, I tried asking her this morning please to gimme fifteen bucks so the carer coming in to dig me up at 10am could take me out to the Coffee Club for brunch. Unsurprisingly, horrid mother refused. >< and tomorrow, when I’m attending the English Sunday service and dad’s having Bible Study, mum will head out and enjoy morning tea with all the other church aunties. *sigh* life just isn’t fair, you know. But hey. My life sucks. I’m used to it. ><
Anyways, next post here … should be tomorrow, if I find the time! I haven’t written about the lunch that mother and I enjoyed at the springwood fasta pasta with my Australian godmother and Australian grand-godmother! Righteo, cya then!
Cheers,
Em. ^^