My own mother is a Class-A, one-of-a-kind, hardxcore bitch.
I have a lot to do… ten essays due on Thursday, work (which I was able to get called off tomorrow), stress about marching band auditions, moving, everything. I spent most of the day crying.
My lovely fiancé drove an hour to see me when I got off of work as a surprise… it was amazing. I love to look at his lovely face and look into his eyes – it calms my heart.
He offered to take me to dinner to relax – I call my mother out of courtesy to let her know…
BOOM
Apparently:
1. I’m inconsiderate because I didn’t think about the fact she made me dinner (which she usually does not do after I get off of work, it was a “surprise”)… (oh, and the surprise happened to be fried zucchini, which I absolutely despise, and chicken… which is not anything special)
2. My boyfriend’s an ass-wipe because apparently, he is inconsiderate in knowing that I’m stressed out and wants to take me out to dinner. (WHAT THE FUCK?)
3. She claims she doesn’t have much more time to spend with me… whoop-dy fucking do, she never says anything when I’m here by myself because everyone else left. But, when I want to go somewhere all hell breaks loose.
4. And now, she’s mad at me for fuck knows what… oh yeah… that I’m right in saying that she is a horrible person, mean in every sense of the word… and psycho.
All I have is three more sleeps until I get out of this place…
On to bigger and better things – past the drama of my own fucking mother.
-Sam
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