the death bell rings
last night was probably the worst thangsgiving....ever. i was assigned the task (as i expected) to help clean up the kitchen up after dinner. i had no problem with it. i put the first load into the washer and i rinsed of the rest of the dishes that why i can just unload and reload when the washer was done. i did as i was told but obviously i didnt do it fast enough. i go into the kitchen to finish up the last load and handwash whatever needs to be handwashed and my mom is throwing a fit cus its like 11:00 and the dishes werent done. to make a long story short i help her finish up cleaning the kitchen while she was saying shit like how she doesnt know why she's here, and doesnt know why God is keeping here her. and this is what happend...
Me: I love you. Doesnt that mean something.
Mom: I wish it did. I wish it did.
(silence)
my love doesnt mean anything to my mom. wow...what can i say. oh yea..this isnt the first time she said this to me. so, mom, if my love means nothing to you, so does whatever relationship we have. i dont care how upset you are, i dont believe in saying that to your own flesh and blood. i hope your realize what the fuck you just did. you probably wont untill i move out and im completely out of your life.
FUCK YOU.
Me: I love you. Doesnt that mean something.
Mom: I wish it did. I wish it did.
(silence)
my love doesnt mean anything to my mom. wow...what can i say. oh yea..this isnt the first time she said this to me. so, mom, if my love means nothing to you, so does whatever relationship we have. i dont care how upset you are, i dont believe in saying that to your own flesh and blood. i hope your realize what the fuck you just did. you probably wont untill i move out and im completely out of your life.
FUCK YOU.