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It’s Never A Happy Weekend

Maybe it’s me, but I utterly do not enjoy weekends with my mother, and until she gets her car fixed that’s what it’s going to be. If I ever decline to spend time with her, or if I have any plans, she proceeds to guilt trip me.

I cannot wait until I get home to make myself a niiiiiice drink.

I am seeing a pattern in my weekend. Spend time with family then drink. Or spend time with family AND drink. I am so fustrated with my situation. I have no idea what to do or say.

Any advice?

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