My Sympathy Didn't Last Long

Tom came home yesterday, and seems to be fine. Of course, he didn't ask how I was; but then again, he never did.

At the moment, he's on the phone to his Mum in the living room. I have my music up loud because he's talking at her like she's dirt. She's coming to visit in April and the highlight of the conversation:

"I've been staying in and watching DVDs. I've been into Tokyo a couple of times but really there's nothing to see, and no-where around here to go."

That makes me a combination of sad, confused, and angry.