“Get up, stop fucking around on the computer, and get help me dry some shit off.” Well, I wish my mom would refrain from such eloquent cursing all the time. She probably doesn’t even realize how bad it makes me feel. Though, she thinks that I don’t pull my fair share of weight around the house.
Though, maybe she’d realize that I have two jobs, one of which I give 80% of the pay to her for car payments or whatever. I make good grades (don’t worry, I’ll get that Spanish up. I think). I don’t get into trouble. I always manage my responsibilities. Yet, this is not enough. It’s not that she makes me do something — she has to be abusive to me when she does it.
“Well, you could have asked without cussing me out.” And she replies, “You never offer.” True, but maybe that is because for the past, let’s see, 16 years of my life, she’s asked around a grand total of 4, maybe 5 times.
It makes me feel even worse that she completely ignores everything that I really DO. But hey, it’s a hard life for her. Now since my brother moved out, all she has left to take her anger out on is me. Ugh.
Though it’s not much of a downer like it used to be; it’s more of a piss-me-off factor. Doesn’t take much to ask me for something kindly, despite how bad your mood is.
Otherwise in life, things are still going pretty decently, I suppose. Please excuse this angsty blog. I’m just mildly pissed off and getting terribly sick. Ugh. I hate cold weather and coughs.
