COMING TOGETHER--16

It has been a long day. I am back at the apartment,with my mother at the hotel. We probably need to be separated. She likes being waited on, I do not like waiting on her.

I went out to a store after dropping her off. I just needed to find my own life again after 4 weeks of her. I'm very sleepy.

I can't sleep all through the night. Probably lack of nutrittion or something. I'm beginning to not want to be here, although I have nothing really iimportant to do elsewhere.

In a way, it's better not having her here, or so it seems. This drains me since all the people who might help me or show some support for me are not in my family. They are at a church. I feel drained, a dry throat in a desert. It is 120am in the morrning, and I wish the time would just go away.

　

COMING TOGETHER--17

I have come to the hotel. I saw Mom walking to the registration desk, dressed and ready to check out. This is wonderful. She is ready to go. So we went to the restaurant for breakfast.

Mom was in a wonderful mood. The night away from me and the apartment did as much for her as for me. We sat down to order. The breakfast was awesome and expensive. We both enjoyed ourselves and had a good talk.

The hotel has a Black church convention on the 3rd floor. There were people everywhere. And they were well-dressed. So we ate in the restaurant with many others.

Mom and I had a good talk during breakfast. When we came back to her apartment, where I crashed asleep. Mom is not being difficult or lazy or refusing to do what she should.