... SEETHING.
NOW THE WOMAN IS PUTTING MITCHELL IN THE MIDDLE OF IT.
My phone Rings. It says Ma, I sigh and pick it up.
"Hello."
"Hi, Kiersten? Its Mitchell!"
"Oh, Hi Benah!"
*talk about Christmas package that is very likely lost at this point and thus pisses me off*
"You know I don't care but Mom wanted to know."
"The tracking number still says its in Chicago."
"Okay" *not-so-distant yelling from her "WHERE IN CHICAGO? I WANT THAT TRACKING NUMBER!"* "Mom wants--"
"I heard, Benah. Don't worry about it. If you don't get it TOMORROW, call me and I'll raise hell at the 800 number."
"Okay. You know I don't care just Mom forced me to call 'cause she wants to know."
"Well, Baby, I love you... but if she's not going to talk to me I'm not going to talk to her. I have to go now, remember to call me. I love you!"
"I love you too!"
THAT IS FUCKING LOW.
LEAVE MY BROTHER ALONE, HELLMAN. HE IS NOT PART OF THIS SO BACK OFF HIM!
you have a problem with me, YOU CALL ME. If I hang up on you, I hang up on you, BUT DO NOT DRAG YOUR OTHER CHILDREN INTO THIS.
THE WAY YOU ARE ACTING RIGHT NOW IS MAKING YOU A HORRIBLE PERSON.
At this point, you've not only pissed off ME, but you've actually pissed off ALAN because of how shitty you're being. See? ITS NOT JUST ME.
EDIT: APPARENTLY she's been talking about this with or near Max as well... who has since told me that Mom is FULL OF CRAP. "I don't know why she wants you to move home-- I mean, I miss you too but even I know that you get depressed and hate your life when you're here... and ya know, i love you, but I don't want you to hate your life."
FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABES.
[I'm not much better, I get that, I'm posting this on LIVEJOURNAL as a passive aggressive act BUT GOD DAMNIT I AM ANGRY.]
My phone Rings. It says Ma, I sigh and pick it up.
"Hello."
"Hi, Kiersten? Its Mitchell!"
"Oh, Hi Benah!"
*talk about Christmas package that is very likely lost at this point and thus pisses me off*
"You know I don't care but Mom wanted to know."
"The tracking number still says its in Chicago."
"Okay" *not-so-distant yelling from her "WHERE IN CHICAGO? I WANT THAT TRACKING NUMBER!"* "Mom wants--"
"I heard, Benah. Don't worry about it. If you don't get it TOMORROW, call me and I'll raise hell at the 800 number."
"Okay. You know I don't care just Mom forced me to call 'cause she wants to know."
"Well, Baby, I love you... but if she's not going to talk to me I'm not going to talk to her. I have to go now, remember to call me. I love you!"
"I love you too!"
THAT IS FUCKING LOW.
LEAVE MY BROTHER ALONE, HELLMAN. HE IS NOT PART OF THIS SO BACK OFF HIM!
you have a problem with me, YOU CALL ME. If I hang up on you, I hang up on you, BUT DO NOT DRAG YOUR OTHER CHILDREN INTO THIS.
THE WAY YOU ARE ACTING RIGHT NOW IS MAKING YOU A HORRIBLE PERSON.
At this point, you've not only pissed off ME, but you've actually pissed off ALAN because of how shitty you're being. See? ITS NOT JUST ME.
EDIT: APPARENTLY she's been talking about this with or near Max as well... who has since told me that Mom is FULL OF CRAP. "I don't know why she wants you to move home-- I mean, I miss you too but even I know that you get depressed and hate your life when you're here... and ya know, i love you, but I don't want you to hate your life."
FROM THE MOUTHS OF BABES.
[I'm not much better, I get that, I'm posting this on LIVEJOURNAL as a passive aggressive act BUT GOD DAMNIT I AM ANGRY.]