We'll apparently my mother thinks that my family is drifting apart. She only thinks that since she found out I cut. So now we all have to sit at the dinner table when my parent's are eating, even though I eat like 2 hours before them.
Really though, she just noticed that we're drifting apart. We're already on different sides of the world! We've been drifting since the day I was born. What can I say, I'm an outcast.
But family dinners? She hasn't made us do that since I was sixx (sixx years ago) and she wants to start again now. She really doesn't get me, does she?
