Not Right

I can't believe that after a dinner out in which I was grumpier and mopier than I have been in public with my mother since I was about 8 years old, after her knowing that a lot of my life is total chaos and crisis right now, and after her commenting that she thinks I'm too thin, she nevertheless remarked to my sister that she thinks "I look lovely". The chaos and the crisis are not contributing to the lovely factor. There are other factors involved. The grumpiness is real. The mopeyness is real, too. The crisis is very real and has made my life suck in a myriad of ways for far too long. The loveliness must come from my finally seeing the light at the end of this long, dark, sucky tunnel.