I hung up on my mother

And that’s just not what you do when you’re a first Gen Salvi Girl. With the weight of the world, navigating my client’s pain, and navigating my own anxiety, I just couldn’t handle the weight of guilt when she called me a 7:30 pm to sternly tell me how I should have visited my dad today. I should state here my dad is 4 weeks post open heart surgery and the man is recovering like a boss. I also just saw him on Friday. I had also had dinner with them the week before. I had also visited during my dad’s stay. I had also attended doctor’s appointments. I also feel the need to justify my anger at feeling guilty for finally losing.my.shit.

“You didn’t ask the day I had!” “You didn’t ask if I worked today” were some of the things I yelled before I hung up. I hate ‘read between the line’ talking. I hate being set up for a test I didn’t know I’d fail.