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I haven't had a good rant in a long time, and I am WAY overdue for one.
This is a LONG story, so I won't be offended if you just skip on by and don't read it. Let me start at the beginning... about 6 o'clock tonight. My mother informed me that she was also working tonight, and since my dad was at work, she was going to have to pick me up from work. So, Kevin brought me to Dunkin Donuts when we left the house so that I could get a large caramel swirl iced latte with whipped cream and sugar (heh) and then go to his house to pick up a CD of mine. So, he ended up dropping me off at the station at around 8:15. The production that I do on Friday nights takes about two hours, so I called David and asked him to make sure that mom was up at 10:15 so that she could get to the station at around 10:30. So, I got done with my work early and went to sit outside because it was such a nice night. My mother comes screaching into the driveway at the station, she's probably going about 50 in a 15 zone. So, I open the door and she just has this look on her face... I know that I must have done something wrong to displease her. This is abouts how our conversation went.
"What's wrong, mom?"
"What's wrong?! You have no consideration for any other person in this world. You're just like 'me, me, me' and the time. And it's ridiculous. I told you to leave the house at 8:30, quarter to nine so that your show would get over at about 11 and I could get you then. I set my alarm clock for then, but no! You call your brother and make him get me up at 10:15. What? Did you want to get home and go to sleep because you're tired? Do you know how hard it is to work all day and then not get the 45 minutes of sleep that I needed? No, you don't. Because you don't care. You're just so selfish. Always have been, always will. If it's not what you want, you don't care."
-pause 30 seconds-
"And you know what? You don't even have the decensy to apologize to me. Why didn't you do your dishes before you left the house? You could have done them earlier and then you wouldn't have bothered me until the time I told you to."
"I didn't think about doing the dishes then, mom. I had Kevin over."
"I don't care. What do you think I am going to do for the next hour? Sit around and twiddle my thumbs? If those dishes aren't done when I get home at 5, I'm going to wake you up and make you do them.
"I'll do them when I get home, mom."
"Bull shit!"
"Why can't you ever admit that you are wrong? Why can you never apologize? I've stopped talking numerous times in this conversation and you haven't said a word."
"Because you won't let me get a word in edge-wise."
"That's crap. I've stopped talking expecting you to say something. But no, as usual."
"I am sorry, no matter what you think. I did think about apologizing to you, but I was afraid that you'd jus tell me that I didn't mean it, like you usually do."
"Whatever."
"Thanks for picking me up."
Mind you, she was screaminf the entire ride home, which is about 15 minutes. I'm suprised she had any voice left after that TT.
She dropped me off in the yard, turned the truck around, and left. You know, she complained about how she has to go into that job and work to make little money to pay for things like "father daughter dance and 475 dollar driving school" but if she had just let me take Briarwood last year, I could have friggin driven myself and we wouldn't have had this problem, now would we?
This woman is driving me to the point of insanity. I am re-thinking staying home for college. Now I see why no one on either side of the family likes her... God, I never want to be my mother.
When will I ever be good enough for you?
This is a LONG story, so I won't be offended if you just skip on by and don't read it. Let me start at the beginning... about 6 o'clock tonight. My mother informed me that she was also working tonight, and since my dad was at work, she was going to have to pick me up from work. So, Kevin brought me to Dunkin Donuts when we left the house so that I could get a large caramel swirl iced latte with whipped cream and sugar (heh) and then go to his house to pick up a CD of mine. So, he ended up dropping me off at the station at around 8:15. The production that I do on Friday nights takes about two hours, so I called David and asked him to make sure that mom was up at 10:15 so that she could get to the station at around 10:30. So, I got done with my work early and went to sit outside because it was such a nice night. My mother comes screaching into the driveway at the station, she's probably going about 50 in a 15 zone. So, I open the door and she just has this look on her face... I know that I must have done something wrong to displease her. This is abouts how our conversation went.
"What's wrong, mom?"
"What's wrong?! You have no consideration for any other person in this world. You're just like 'me, me, me' and the time. And it's ridiculous. I told you to leave the house at 8:30, quarter to nine so that your show would get over at about 11 and I could get you then. I set my alarm clock for then, but no! You call your brother and make him get me up at 10:15. What? Did you want to get home and go to sleep because you're tired? Do you know how hard it is to work all day and then not get the 45 minutes of sleep that I needed? No, you don't. Because you don't care. You're just so selfish. Always have been, always will. If it's not what you want, you don't care."
-pause 30 seconds-
"And you know what? You don't even have the decensy to apologize to me. Why didn't you do your dishes before you left the house? You could have done them earlier and then you wouldn't have bothered me until the time I told you to."
"I didn't think about doing the dishes then, mom. I had Kevin over."
"I don't care. What do you think I am going to do for the next hour? Sit around and twiddle my thumbs? If those dishes aren't done when I get home at 5, I'm going to wake you up and make you do them.
"I'll do them when I get home, mom."
"Bull shit!"
"Why can't you ever admit that you are wrong? Why can you never apologize? I've stopped talking numerous times in this conversation and you haven't said a word."
"Because you won't let me get a word in edge-wise."
"That's crap. I've stopped talking expecting you to say something. But no, as usual."
"I am sorry, no matter what you think. I did think about apologizing to you, but I was afraid that you'd jus tell me that I didn't mean it, like you usually do."
"Whatever."
"Thanks for picking me up."
Mind you, she was screaminf the entire ride home, which is about 15 minutes. I'm suprised she had any voice left after that TT.
She dropped me off in the yard, turned the truck around, and left. You know, she complained about how she has to go into that job and work to make little money to pay for things like "father daughter dance and 475 dollar driving school" but if she had just let me take Briarwood last year, I could have friggin driven myself and we wouldn't have had this problem, now would we?
This woman is driving me to the point of insanity. I am re-thinking staying home for college. Now I see why no one on either side of the family likes her... God, I never want to be my mother.
When will I ever be good enough for you?