It is really weird hanging out with Helen. She is the mom person.
She doesn't know whether or not I teethed. She doesn't realize I had a severe accident in middle school that gave me grand mal seizures and a bad back that I'm only now healing because everyone said it didn't happen. She isn't sure when I walked or talked or teethed.
Only when she isn't trying to keep the story straight do I get real answers. Like she wrote that I withdrew entirely at age three, but that it didn't matter because she was stressed out too.
So I hang out with her and things come up that are only explained by something in the past that she doesn't believe in. It drives me nuts.
However, I got picnic food tomorrow and razors paid for. I haven't shaved in a month LOL. My blade is 2 months old so I'm only doing armpits so I don't stink *laughing*
I do have a hypothesis that correctly explains every single confusion in my childhood, though. And any hypothesis that leaves no questions unanswered is likely a pretty good one. I think my dad knocked up some chick overseas and had to take me. I went home to America at two or three. I also am almost positive Helen had a still born within a couple years of getting me. She says that I was born half size, purple, and not really breathing, but the next day, I was full sized and healthy. Um, two years later and a toddler, maybe?
