I work for my family. My therapist wanted me to take some 3 day weekends because I am burnt out. I scheduled five Mondays off instead of taking an entire work week off (my mother would have a heart attack!). Mondays are only half days for me now anyway since my manger is finally back after over a month medical leave. I drive home (a city away) to do therapy on Zoom on Monday afternoons. (So I have privacy.)

I emailed my mother two weeks ago to tell her I was taking the Mondays off. I figured it would be the easiest thing and she would approve since I was only taking five half-days off. Never hear from her. Until today. After the second Monday off. Her text: “I didn’t know you were taking Mondays off. We might have to discuss this.” She proceeds to tell me I can’t Mondays off since that is her day off. Then offers me Wednesdays off permanently. But what I needed was three days weekends. Not a day off in the middle of the week. I know I should take the win: 4-day work week. I get to see the Summer Classics movie series on Wednesday afternoons. Etc.

But the whole thing just makes me so angry! I always tell her when I’m taking time off. She never gets the email or text. Then gets all upset when I’m in the middle of my trip because she didn’t know I wasn’t at the office. (We have plenty of people to run the business but my presence is somehow magical and extra special and “makes the office run better.”) I fucking hate this shit! It’s ridiculous that we can’t both be out of the office on the same day. She bitches every time I take a vacation. There’s a group in another state that does three big events a year where I actually get to be myself (as a trans woman) but I’m lucky if I even get the time off to attend one of them because God forbid I leave the family business for any amount of time. I can’t even take a fucking lunch. Because I can’t leave the building without walking past her fucking office (or we’re in a 2 or 3 hour meeting in the middle of lunch time). “Where are you going?” Then I have to talk to jet for 30 min or more. Then I just give up. Fuck my mental and physical health! It doesn’t help that the bitch never fucking eats lunch so it never occurs to her anyone else might be hungry.

Plus the whole assuming the worst of everyone thing. I hate that. I take two Mondays off and suddenly I’m “taking every Monday off.” Fuck off with your assumptions!

And quit saying “I love you” in every fucking communication we have. 1) I don’t believe it. 2) Your actions don’t show it. 3) I’m not saying it beck just to reassure you because you said it!

I needed those Mondays too. Trying to meet with a lawyer to set up an LLC for my new side hustle. (Which trying to keep all that from her is a fucking nightmare!). I guess I’ll have to lie and tell her I’m going to the doctor whenever I meet with him. Of course, she interrogates me after my doctor appointments (and our other employees too!) So I don’t know what the fuck I’ll tell her.

Getting any vacation time this year is going to be a bitch since my niece left the business to be a stay at home mom for two years.

I hate this fucking job. I hate my uBPD mom. I hate that I worked my ass off last year on several major projects for her and she is too petty to let me have three Mondays off. I’m sure she’ll renege on the Wednesday offer too. She told me years ago I never had to work here again. That promise lasted about three years until she got breast cancer. Even though she beat it, I’m still fucking stuck here. I hate my fucking mom!