Chocolate Peanut Butter Bars

 Everyone loved my mom's chocolate peanut butter bars.  I love them except I'd eat 12 of them if I could.

Personally I was fine with bringing in something from a bakery for one of our too many food days.  People loved them and she made it every Christmas or for other events.  She made them to make it nice for me at work because she knew that people weren't nice to me.

She made them for my first boss who was really good to me and when he left. 

She made them for another boss I worked with when his wife had surgery and when he retired.

She made them for another higher up when he retired for him and his wife.

She made them for many co-workers to take home a tin out of the kindness of her heart.

She made them for another higher up who could be nice to me but could be a bully to me when his wife had surgery.

When I came back from medical leave, one person told me they missed my mom's peanut butter bars.  I never wanted her to make them again after I heard that.

I came back and opened my email and found a request to donate money for someone's GoFund Me because their relative died of cancer.

My mom lost her sister and nobody said anything.  When it came to her peanut butter bars, they wanted them.

And they complained about them.  I heard Frack complain one time that I picked a bad time to bring them in because people were going to Weight Watchers.  

Lois brought her Christmas cookies in one year and when the tray emptied, she flipped the crumbs and it landed in my mom's peanut butter bars.

Months ago, I told my former boss who retired and left me a mess to go sit on a Reese's peanut butter cup and sit on it.

It was one thing if people were going to disrespect me, it was another thing that they disrespected my mom.

I am not going to get that time back with my mom.  Frick knows that my mom has been diagnosed with macular degeneration and has not asked how she is.  All that Oh, your mom is so great, blah, blah, blah, WHAT A BUNCH OF GARBAGE.

Yeah, my mom is great.  She's a better person than me.  She wanted to make it nice for me even though she knew most of them weren't worth it.  

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