Well. This morning I woke up around 7:30. I had a dream that I had woken up already and my snake was escaping from its cage. I went to put it back inside the tank and it constricted on my hand and viciously attacked my wrist.
I should have accepted that as a sign that it was going to be a bad morning, but instead I got up and went outside to give the puppy some excersize before getting to work on my Spanish scrapbook. My mother decided to take this opportunity not only to order me around, but at my refusal to do her shit just a few minutes after waking up, decided to scream and cuss at me as well. Oh, no. Now that I'm a "goddamn fucking bitch" I feel SO guilty for not helping you out. Yeah. Water your own fuckin' flowers while I "kiss your big, fat white ass." Ooookay. Then she calls and cries to dad who bitches me out as well. It's like...she doesn't even get that she's the ADULT.
Wait, wait. What?
ADULT. You're the ADULT. Most parents, most ADULTS, don't go around saying "kiss my big, fat, white ass" and calling their daughters "goddamn fucking bitches" minutes after their rolling out of bed. Most parents don't go tattle to the other parent so that he can play "conflict resolution" or, in this case, "ruin Jess's life some MORE." Most ADULTS know how to explain themselves. Now, after the fact, I understand that she was running late for work and she could have used the help. Okay. Let's think. Now, if she had explained that to me in the first place, BEFORE dishing out orders, BEFORE screaming at me, BEFORE calling me names...it would have been a different story. How the fuck am I supposed to know you're running late unless you COMMUNICATE.
Oh, wait. I forgot. We only communicate with raised voices and swear words in this house.
My mistake.
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