September 14, 2016|
My mom tries to talk to me like everything's normal. And I just can't do it, not while I'm standing in the kitchen eating because I don't have a room anymore. I fell asleep in my car earlier than I meant to and I feel congested possibly from the smell of dog shit in the backyard. Slammed my foot in my car door when I realized it was still open. Spilled a cup of soda on myself while drowsily preparing it so I could piss in it. All these things that she doesn't experience but she threw me into when I was least prepared for any of it. Then she offers me $200 a month to help around the house when I can barely look at her. $200 isn't shit around here, and it isn't worth interacting with her and hating myself more for it.