Last night, my mom and I had another one of those petty quarrels. This time, my dad decided to join my mom's side and they ganged up on me. It was just a bunch of fail. My mom refused to help me with something because I did not make a phone call for her last week. In this phone call, she wanted me to invite Candy over to our house to stay for the weekend. The reason why I didn't call was because I had way too much shit to do (volunteer and homework), and I didn't feel like I could allocate my time to going out of my way to chauffeur Candy around and be as hospitable as I would have liked to be. It's not that I didn't want to see Candy, I just thought the timing was horrible, especially because it's Week 9 and things at school are starting to wind down. I feel like I desperately need these weekends to get shit done, and more importantly, to wind down and take some time for myself.
If my mom really had wanted Candy to come over so badly, I don't understand why she didn't call Candy herself. I mean, she doesn't work. She's a fucking housewife for God's sake. She doesn't do jack shit all day. It's so easy for her to ask me to invite Candy over because she's not the one who has to drive Candy around. She's not the one who has to entertain Candy to make sure she's not bored. I simply don't have the energy to do all that shit. I mean, I felt like I had perfectly legitimate reasons not to invite Candy to the house for the weekend, but apparently, my mother thought that they were not good enough reasons.
So, Thomas is coming home from Princeton today, and we had planned on him coming to our house from Sunday-Monday because Jeff is leaving for Taiwan on Thursday. I understand how important it is to Tom to see Jeff and me because we're two of his closest friends. He's pretty much gone all year, and we rarely get to each other. Last night, Tom IMs me and asks me what the plans were. I told him that I was unsure, so I asked my mom. She told me that she didn't know. So, I asked her to call his parents to find out. My mom looked at me, and flat out told me that she refused to call his parents because I didn't call Candy when she had asked me to.
I was pretty fucking livid. I mean, what the fuck? What are we, five-years-old? I guess I didn't really think about it, but I just told her, "You know what, mom. If you want to be childish and immature, you go ahead and be that way." I turned back to my laptop to tell Tom that my mom was being a bitch, and I could sense her seething from a few feet away from me. At that point, my dad joins in and tells me to stfu. I guess I expected it, because he has zero tolerance for being disrespectful towards my mom. But at this point, I didn't really give a fuck either. So I told him, "Oh okay, you just let her act that way then." Then my mom gave me the silent treatment for the rest of the night. Once again, such juvenile behavior.
The one person I need to yell at is my mom, and my dad has made it very clear that I'm not allowed to. Jeff tells me to control myself, and no matter how wrong she is, that it is not my place to be expressing my opinions to my mother. I know he is right, but sometimes I wish I could just reach out and punch my mom in the face. And while I'm at it, I wouldn't mind punching my dad either. What pisses me off is that this isn't the first time that this has happened. I remember that she refused to help me bake the Thanksgiving turkey because I didn't help her search for the grooming shears for Snowy (when I had told her over and over that they had been misplaced). I hate putting up with this shit.
I'm happy the Lakers won last night. It made my shitty night...just a little bit better.
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