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Oct. 7th, 2006 01:38 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jianantonicMy legs are sore now. That's what I get for skipping the gym all week. It doesn't help that I had an earthshattering blowout with my mother this morning. She's just...not been a friendly person lately. It's really frustrating, because where normally I would be a smartass or defensive and fight back when she's unreasonable, I've done my best to keep my cool and try to ignore the fact that she's being a wretched bitch and talk to her like the daughter that loves her. And yet, she's treating me as if I am being that smartass kid.
This morning, like many other Saturday mornings, she banged on my door, screaming for me to get off my ass and come help her, dammit! Excuse me? I can understand this attitude if I've been asked to do something and then ignored her, but I would've helped gladly if only I'd known she wanted me to. My first notice was this shrill, angry demon cry. That's just not right. So I kind of snapped. I told her all she had to do was fucking ASK me and she'd see that she doesn't need to assume I'll be unwilling and difficult. I then asked her why she was such a godawful bitch to my friends when they were staying here, and she spouted off a long list of bullshit, an argument I won hands down, so then she told me to shut myself in my room until it was spotless because it's an embarassment to her.
Here's a thought - if you don't want your friends to see "my" room or use the same bathroom as me, why did you make me live in the first floor bedroom?! Why couldn't I have my actual room, with its private bathroom that no one uses? HMM?? Because for two days out of every two months, Lucy stays there.
I swear to God, my mother is one of the people I love most in the world, but I CANNOT STAND HER RIGHT NOW.
She just knocked on my door, and I turned down the music and asked "What?" but she didn't say anything. I hate that shit. She's so passive aggressive, and lately, just plain childish. It's infuriating - you can't speak to someone who ignores logic.
It shouldn't be much more than two months until I'm out of here, though...
A long two months.
Peace.
This morning, like many other Saturday mornings, she banged on my door, screaming for me to get off my ass and come help her, dammit! Excuse me? I can understand this attitude if I've been asked to do something and then ignored her, but I would've helped gladly if only I'd known she wanted me to. My first notice was this shrill, angry demon cry. That's just not right. So I kind of snapped. I told her all she had to do was fucking ASK me and she'd see that she doesn't need to assume I'll be unwilling and difficult. I then asked her why she was such a godawful bitch to my friends when they were staying here, and she spouted off a long list of bullshit, an argument I won hands down, so then she told me to shut myself in my room until it was spotless because it's an embarassment to her.
Here's a thought - if you don't want your friends to see "my" room or use the same bathroom as me, why did you make me live in the first floor bedroom?! Why couldn't I have my actual room, with its private bathroom that no one uses? HMM?? Because for two days out of every two months, Lucy stays there.
I swear to God, my mother is one of the people I love most in the world, but I CANNOT STAND HER RIGHT NOW.
She just knocked on my door, and I turned down the music and asked "What?" but she didn't say anything. I hate that shit. She's so passive aggressive, and lately, just plain childish. It's infuriating - you can't speak to someone who ignores logic.
It shouldn't be much more than two months until I'm out of here, though...
A long two months.
Peace.
