Saluting a lone magpie obviously doesn't work.
I'm torn between punching the wall repeatedly, walking out, or sobbing into a pillow. I really don't care that I'm blabbing about my personal life here, I just really need to write it, because it's cathartic. I know that this is immature, but I have to let it out.
This weekend has been, well, um, SHIT.
So my mother and I have similar personalities. We're both stubborn, we hate apologizing. Which means that when we argue (which isn't THAT often, although my mother seems to think we do it all the time) it's bad. But the difference between her and I is that, whilst I feel guilty and really upset after we argue, she's just angry. Which means that I am the one apologizing most of the time (which I don't really mind doing, seeing as I know we won't be friends until I do. Though even after saying sorry, I still won't get spoken to for a day.)
(Please bear in mind all arguments stem from the stupidest of things.)
Mother tells daughter the family will be eating in 10 minutes, as Pride and Prejudice is on. Daughter immediatley assumes that that means they will be eating in the lounge where the TV is. Which is why, when ten minutes later, the mother calls up at the daughter to ask her to lay the dining room table, the daughter thinks the mother may have made a mistake. So she comes down the stairs, and asks her mother 'I thought we were eating in the lounge because-' at which point she is interrupted by the elder woman, who snaps at her and tells her to be quiet and lay the table. The daughter tries to finish her sentence in vain, and the mother get more annoyed, finally settling for a threatening tone, saying 'if you don't want something bad to happen, just shut up and lay the table.'
It is at this point that the daughter gets very angry, and starts shouting and asking why the hell she is in a crap mood, what's her problem, blah, blah blah.
After a couple of hours, the daughter apologizes for shouting, but asks her mother if she understands why she got so upset she started shouting in the first place. The mother tells her no, she was just being hysterical over nothing, and shouldn't of insisted on eating in the lounge. Trying to keep calm, the daughter explains that she was simply under the impression that they were going to eat in the lounge, not insisting, and that because her mother interrupted her, she wasn't able to tell her that. She also adds that she found it very upsetting that she was interrupted. To which the mother responded by telling her 'if I tell you to lay the table, you lay the table, you don't ask questions, you just do it.'
By the end of the evening, the daughter and the mother had more or less resolved the argument, even if it meant the mother didn't get to/want to understand what she did to upset her daughter. Yet when it's time for dinner, the mother complains that all the arguing has made her feel sick, and that she can't stomach any food - giving her daughter a haughty glare.
The mother still wouldn't speak to her daughter the next day. Even though, according to her, she had forgiven her for her 'spoilt behaviour.'
*RAMS HEAD INTO WALL REPEATEDLY*
I really hate it that when I apologize, I still get given the silent treatment.
(If you're wondering where the father in the story fits in, well. He doesn't, really. Because as soon as he thinks there might be an argument, he quickly gets out of the way, and avoids any responsibility/ involvment. Way to go, dad.)
I really cannot be bothered.