Today's Fight

I’m going up.

Are all the groceries in?

*sigh* Yes…

*stops and turns, says forcefully* Thank you

You’re welcome

Mom and I haven’t had a single fight in the past few weeks.

BECAUSE SHE DOESN’T MAKE YOU DO ANYTHING

(I forgot what I said here but it including me saying in a hurt way that she was yelling at me)

I WASN’T YELLING AT YOU, I WAS TELLING YOU “WHAT AM I S’POSED TO DO?”

You were yelling at me.

*pauses* OKAY I WAS YELLING AT YOU

Why are you yelling at me now?

BECAUSE YOU’RE GOD DAMN LAZY

I’ve been helping with recital all week.

I COME IN HERE WITH $200 DOLLARS OF GROCERIES AND-

*sob* YOU DON’T NEED $200 DOLLARS OF GROCERIES *turns and runs up the stairs to my room and slams the door*



I sob because, like I have said before, I don't take yelling well. In this case, I tried very hard to remain calm, but without my defensive system of yelling back, I got that... well see the previous post.