Feb 24, 2008 08:51
My mother wrote me a check for $100 a few weeks ago, a replacement for a Christmas gift that was on backorder. Being the broke college student I am, I cashed it a few days later.
My dad called me this week to say that I had quite a bit of mail, including my state tax refund and something from the bank. Much rejoicing over the refund and befuddlement over the bank thing.
Shortest version of the rest of the story:
Mother's check bounced.
My bank took $100 out of my checking account because of this. I was very close to bouncing a check because of this.
It would have been no big deal if she had asked me to wait a few days to do anything with the check but she didn't.
I know I should call her. I know part of this is petty but I've had enough. I still want to break into her garage and kill her precious Mustang.
I have not been a perfect child but I haven't been a bad one either. I suppose my true crime to her is the fact that I was even born.....
And the other thing: I don't want to have children because I'm terrified I will be like her.