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I know for a while, I've been going on about how my mother is purposly trying to start shit with me, or to cause conflict... well today my friend, I HAVE PROOF!
Let me start at the beginning...
Last weekend, Yvonne came over so we could hang out, work on homework, and clea the basement.
Saturday morning, we started cleaning very early on.
We cleaned for hours. the basement didn't get finished, but we made some trumendous headway.
My mother was completely aware of this, as she was home all day cleaning the upstairs.
She even commented on the progress.
She knew we hadn't finished, but didn't seem bothered. And she was also aware that I had an extremely busy week with my homework, as she was constantly encouraging me to keep up with the homework.
Well today, shortly after I arived home from my criminal law exam, as I was eating my lunch, mother comes up the stairs and states:
"I know this is going to 'P' you off, but the basement is a real eye sore, and I don't appreciate it! You're taking advantage of me. Here I am -constantly- babysitting for you, and you can't even keep the basement clean"
1: You don't have to look at the damn mess. If you can't bring yourself to tear your eyes away, then that's not my fault.
2: If only it were you being taken advantage of -- I'd be much happier
3: I didn't realise taking care of your grandson (While he's down for the night for the most part) was such a demanding job. Forgive me for bestowing the burden of keeping an ear out for your only grandchild.
So yes, as you can plainly observe, she's just looking for things to throw at me.
Evidently I'm furious, but after she threw all that bullshit at me, I lost my appetite, packed up my lunch, grabbed Liam, and headed down to the sty completely prepared to put her in her place should she commence again.
Luckily for the two of us, no longer than 5 minutes later, she was talking to me like nothing had happend.
As least she got it out of her system.
Let me start at the beginning...
Last weekend, Yvonne came over so we could hang out, work on homework, and clea the basement.
Saturday morning, we started cleaning very early on.
We cleaned for hours. the basement didn't get finished, but we made some trumendous headway.
My mother was completely aware of this, as she was home all day cleaning the upstairs.
She even commented on the progress.
She knew we hadn't finished, but didn't seem bothered. And she was also aware that I had an extremely busy week with my homework, as she was constantly encouraging me to keep up with the homework.
Well today, shortly after I arived home from my criminal law exam, as I was eating my lunch, mother comes up the stairs and states:
"I know this is going to 'P' you off, but the basement is a real eye sore, and I don't appreciate it! You're taking advantage of me. Here I am -constantly- babysitting for you, and you can't even keep the basement clean"
1: You don't have to look at the damn mess. If you can't bring yourself to tear your eyes away, then that's not my fault.
2: If only it were you being taken advantage of -- I'd be much happier
3: I didn't realise taking care of your grandson (While he's down for the night for the most part) was such a demanding job. Forgive me for bestowing the burden of keeping an ear out for your only grandchild.
So yes, as you can plainly observe, she's just looking for things to throw at me.
Evidently I'm furious, but after she threw all that bullshit at me, I lost my appetite, packed up my lunch, grabbed Liam, and headed down to the sty completely prepared to put her in her place should she commence again.
Luckily for the two of us, no longer than 5 minutes later, she was talking to me like nothing had happend.
As least she got it out of her system.