Grrrrrr, mother!
Today is crap. Mom's been on one of her "you lazy brats" rampages...
About two weeks ago, Dusty was knocked out by the couch (long story), I had to do rescue breaths for him, and Jon and I took him to the emergency vet (we were the only ones home). Well, when the parents came back, dad insisted that he and mom pay for the bill, because Dusty is their dog and I'm just a lowly college student.
Fast forward to today, when mom is calling me a lazy bum and an ungrateful brat for making 'her' pay for Dusty's bill along with my car insurance (which noone told me was due, and I usually at least chip in on).
God, I just don't want to be here anymore!!! I've written her checks for Dusty's bill (which she just paid me for yesterday) and the insurance, and I'm packing up ALL my stuff. Not just the stuff I need, all of it. I'm not living in this house for another summer. I'm not even sure if I'll be back for Christmas, seeing as the Quad stays open year-round. I'm sick of being constantly belittled by her, and I'm not going to take it anymore. I'm looking towards going to school all this next year with minimal visits home, and saving up enough money to get a crappy car and an apartment in Little Rock next summer. Screw being screamed at all the time by a four-year-old in my mother's body. Fuck her.
About two weeks ago, Dusty was knocked out by the couch (long story), I had to do rescue breaths for him, and Jon and I took him to the emergency vet (we were the only ones home). Well, when the parents came back, dad insisted that he and mom pay for the bill, because Dusty is their dog and I'm just a lowly college student.
Fast forward to today, when mom is calling me a lazy bum and an ungrateful brat for making 'her' pay for Dusty's bill along with my car insurance (which noone told me was due, and I usually at least chip in on).
God, I just don't want to be here anymore!!! I've written her checks for Dusty's bill (which she just paid me for yesterday) and the insurance, and I'm packing up ALL my stuff. Not just the stuff I need, all of it. I'm not living in this house for another summer. I'm not even sure if I'll be back for Christmas, seeing as the Quad stays open year-round. I'm sick of being constantly belittled by her, and I'm not going to take it anymore. I'm looking towards going to school all this next year with minimal visits home, and saving up enough money to get a crappy car and an apartment in Little Rock next summer. Screw being screamed at all the time by a four-year-old in my mother's body. Fuck her.