A Post Where I get Angry at My Mom

I am so afraid of my mother.  She drags out the worst in me.  I wish that I wasn't near her. 

So I want to get a car.  We have talked about this and she has said that she would start looking for a car in December.  I, thinking that it would remind her of getting a car, wanted to bring in a car at which I was looking.  I could feel her tense up sitting right next to her.  I don't know about ya'll but I can tell when someone's tense.  I am not a smart woman, so the next thing I do is try to show her the car.  She starts yelling that I cars that inexpensive are not always good cars, a fact of which I am well aware.  I freak out and try to finish everything like a dolt, and she ends up yelling at me that we already had plans.  I end up cursing and she leaves.  I didn't realize my mom was sensitive to finishing things.  Notes for next times. 

EVERY SINGLE TIME, I bring up cars this happens.  About to get real spiritual here...who doesn't want me to get a car?  I know it could be everyone.  Let this broken winged bird go here.  Let go of your stupid control over everyone and everything.

Stop spell checking my entire post.   Thank you. 

(This was resolved later, with kind words and hugs, thanks for all your prayers, thoughts.)