mother daughter
They never yelled at each other when they got mad. It was always the same thing. Her mom wasn't normally passive aggressive with anyone else, only with the daughter. The daughter, however, was always passive aggressive. Yelling made her flinch, and she never liked it.
Always the same type of fighting. They would give each other the cold shoulder. Ignore one another and sometimes throw a snide remark at one another. Always the same thing.
This time it came about because the daughter didn't call the mother in the morning after spending the night at a friend's. The daughter called when she got to work, but not when she woke up. Therefore the daughter was a bitch.
The daughter got home from work, her boyfriend had picked her up from work and they were stopping by to so the daughter could drop off stuff. The father was sitting in the front yard.
"Is everything alright with mom dad?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when I talked to mom on the phone she seemed a little short."
"You didn't call her in the morning...only at 3:30. She expected a morning call."
"So is she ok?"
The father shrugged: "Just go in and see her."
"Thanks, so you're sending me in unprepared to get my head taken off then."
The father was pretty indifferent about the whole situation. If it were him he could have given a rat's ass. He may not have wanted the daughter driving or dating, but if she was out with her girl friends and didn't call he could care less.
The daughter went inside and got everything out she needed to get out. As she took her clothes down to the laundry she saw the mom.
"Is that you?"
"Ya mom. Hey, sorry I didn't call you this morning... When I woke up I got a shower and then [friend] and I started the day..."
"Your father yelled at you, didn't he? You never would have thought of it on your own. You never do."
That was the jab. The daughter just flinched but kept her mouth shut. She went upstairs and got her things together for the night. She asked the mom if she was coming out to see [boyfriend].
"No. It's too hot."
She grazed the daughter's forehead with a kiss. A kiss that said "I'm only doing this because it's expected, and to rub salt in the wounds." There was the second jab.
As the daughter came out, the father and [boyfriend] were still talking about who knows what.
"How are you and your mother."
She waved him off.
"Like normal" she said.
As the daughter and [boyfriend] got into his car: [So, she's giving you the cold shoulder?]
They must have been talking about that while the mother and the daughter had their battle of coldness. The Ice Queens. They were more alike than they thought.
"That's just how we fight" the daughter told [boyfriend].
They would be over it when the daughter got home.
Always the same type of fighting. They would give each other the cold shoulder. Ignore one another and sometimes throw a snide remark at one another. Always the same thing.
This time it came about because the daughter didn't call the mother in the morning after spending the night at a friend's. The daughter called when she got to work, but not when she woke up. Therefore the daughter was a bitch.
The daughter got home from work, her boyfriend had picked her up from work and they were stopping by to so the daughter could drop off stuff. The father was sitting in the front yard.
"Is everything alright with mom dad?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when I talked to mom on the phone she seemed a little short."
"You didn't call her in the morning...only at 3:30. She expected a morning call."
"So is she ok?"
The father shrugged: "Just go in and see her."
"Thanks, so you're sending me in unprepared to get my head taken off then."
The father was pretty indifferent about the whole situation. If it were him he could have given a rat's ass. He may not have wanted the daughter driving or dating, but if she was out with her girl friends and didn't call he could care less.
The daughter went inside and got everything out she needed to get out. As she took her clothes down to the laundry she saw the mom.
"Is that you?"
"Ya mom. Hey, sorry I didn't call you this morning... When I woke up I got a shower and then [friend] and I started the day..."
"Your father yelled at you, didn't he? You never would have thought of it on your own. You never do."
That was the jab. The daughter just flinched but kept her mouth shut. She went upstairs and got her things together for the night. She asked the mom if she was coming out to see [boyfriend].
"No. It's too hot."
She grazed the daughter's forehead with a kiss. A kiss that said "I'm only doing this because it's expected, and to rub salt in the wounds." There was the second jab.
As the daughter came out, the father and [boyfriend] were still talking about who knows what.
"How are you and your mother."
She waved him off.
"Like normal" she said.
As the daughter and [boyfriend] got into his car: [So, she's giving you the cold shoulder?]
They must have been talking about that while the mother and the daughter had their battle of coldness. The Ice Queens. They were more alike than they thought.
"That's just how we fight" the daughter told [boyfriend].
They would be over it when the daughter got home.