Sorry for multiple updates and all that jazz...
I just got off the phone with my mom. I called her to ask if she wanted me to wash her towels or her clothes, since I can only get one of them tonight. That was all I asked or said. She tells me to get the towels and then immediately (as in, without pause) broke into this:
"You know, we haven't talked since last night. I stayed in my room all day today. After you said I was nothing but a drunk, you hurt me more than you'll ever know..."
"Mom, I never said you were nothing but a drunk.."
"YES YOU DID!"
"No, I said that you were an alcoholic..."
"BYE!"
*hangs up*
This is the nature of conversation with my mother. She always starts things, and completely out of nowhere. Then, she gets pissed at you about it.
The last big fight we had before last night? IT WAS FUCKING ABOUT CORNDOGS.
That's right, fucking corndogs.
It's a Sunday night (not last Sunday, but the Sunday before). She's completely drunk and wants something to eat. I tell her that I'll make her something when we get home, then I ask if she wants the corndogs she had me buy last time she sent me grocery shopping. "Yeah. No, they are beef. I don't like beef corn dogs."
"Mom, they are turkey and pork...?"
"YOU SAID THEY WERE BEEF ON THE PHONE WHEN YOU GOT THEM!"
"Mom, I never said anything abou tthem being beef..."
"YES YOU DID ON THE PHONE A WEEK AGO (WTF?!)"
"Mom, it says on the box that they are turkey and pork, why would I say they are beef? It doesn't matter, all that matters is that they aren't beef. I'll make them for you when we get home and you'll have something to eat."
"YOU SAID THEY WERE BEEF!"
"Okay, I'm sorry. Maybe I said they were beef. They aren't though, they are turkey and pork. So it's all okay"
"*MOM CONTINUES SCREAMING*"
Now, did I call my mother an alcoholic last night? Yes.
Am I justified in doing so? I believe so.
I believe that if you spend at least 5 days a week intoxicated and can't make it through a day without drinking, along with finding yourself completely plastered to the point where you are unable to walk or drive properly at least once a week..you are a probably an alcoholic. Sorry, it's a fucking fact. I'm also justified in saying that you have a drinking problem if I have been accused of attacking you twice due to injuries you receive by falling while drunk. I'm pretty fucking justified in telling you that you're an alcoholic.
That being said, I never said she was nothing but a drunk. I actually made it a point to steer away from saying that she was just a drunk. God damnit, she is so hopeless.
"You know, we haven't talked since last night. I stayed in my room all day today. After you said I was nothing but a drunk, you hurt me more than you'll ever know..."
"Mom, I never said you were nothing but a drunk.."
"YES YOU DID!"
"No, I said that you were an alcoholic..."
"BYE!"
*hangs up*
This is the nature of conversation with my mother. She always starts things, and completely out of nowhere. Then, she gets pissed at you about it.
The last big fight we had before last night? IT WAS FUCKING ABOUT CORNDOGS.
That's right, fucking corndogs.
It's a Sunday night (not last Sunday, but the Sunday before). She's completely drunk and wants something to eat. I tell her that I'll make her something when we get home, then I ask if she wants the corndogs she had me buy last time she sent me grocery shopping. "Yeah. No, they are beef. I don't like beef corn dogs."
"Mom, they are turkey and pork...?"
"YOU SAID THEY WERE BEEF ON THE PHONE WHEN YOU GOT THEM!"
"Mom, I never said anything abou tthem being beef..."
"YES YOU DID ON THE PHONE A WEEK AGO (WTF?!)"
"Mom, it says on the box that they are turkey and pork, why would I say they are beef? It doesn't matter, all that matters is that they aren't beef. I'll make them for you when we get home and you'll have something to eat."
"YOU SAID THEY WERE BEEF!"
"Okay, I'm sorry. Maybe I said they were beef. They aren't though, they are turkey and pork. So it's all okay"
"*MOM CONTINUES SCREAMING*"
Now, did I call my mother an alcoholic last night? Yes.
Am I justified in doing so? I believe so.
I believe that if you spend at least 5 days a week intoxicated and can't make it through a day without drinking, along with finding yourself completely plastered to the point where you are unable to walk or drive properly at least once a week..you are a probably an alcoholic. Sorry, it's a fucking fact. I'm also justified in saying that you have a drinking problem if I have been accused of attacking you twice due to injuries you receive by falling while drunk. I'm pretty fucking justified in telling you that you're an alcoholic.
That being said, I never said she was nothing but a drunk. I actually made it a point to steer away from saying that she was just a drunk. God damnit, she is so hopeless.