"Hey Shay," she asks, in the dark hallway, squinting through what appears to be pain as she hobbles down the hall.  "If you're heading out, can you find me something I can put on my calluses on my feet?"  

I replied "Sure.  I do think we may have something already, but I am going to Aldi, and I am not sure if they have that.  But I will look."  I knew we had something already that would work, but I wasn't sure what or if we had any left.  

They didn't have anything at Aldi.  So I looked in the bathroom closet and I found bunion pads.  They aren't exactly what she needed, but it would work.  So I went into her room and said "Here, this is what we have.  I know they aren't exactly what you were looking for but they'll work until we get something else."  I am so confused, as her foot doctor appointment was on Wednesday.  It's Friday.  She's in so much pain, apparently, but didn't tell her stupid doctor to remove it??  Sigh.  

Can you guess what she did next?  If you have a narc parent or been reading my blogs for any amount of time, then you'll probably be able to guess.  She looked at the brand new package, squinted and started to complain.  I cut her off really loudly and said "THEY WILL WORK. YOU ARE WELCOME."  Then I shut the door and left, with her saying whatever she was backtracking to say out of my earshot.  

I am so tired of nothing I do being good enough for her.  She's such a fucking complainer.  Back in the day, that was me.  I learned it from her.  I got better when I realized what I was doing.  And I keep very aware of my responses so that I don't backslide into acting like that again.  Now, when I did it, I never once meant it negative to the person doing the thing.  I was just a complainer.  So, I am going to take it that way with her, too.  It's not personal.  She complains about everything.  It's not me, even if she wants me to think it is.  It's her.  It's all her.  It's always been her.  And always will be.  I am not at fault for never being good enough in her eyes.  Nothing is good enough for her.  She's a miserable person who loves to complain.  End of story.

And she can stick those bunion pads up her ass if she wants to.  I just can't believe she didn't tell the fucking foot doctor to remove it when she was there.  What a fucking knob.  

I will call him and remake another appointment so she'll shut up about it.  I know it hurts.  I am not bashing her for being in pain.  But I'm not going to tolerate listening to her bitch at me about something I try to do for her.  

The end.