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I am so over my mom.
She had a cow at me because I want a $300 dress for prom.. you know, that Dolce and Gabbana one? So I showed it to her, and her first reaction is
"I don't own Dolce and Gabbana, my 17 year old daughter won't own Dolce and Gabbana."
I told her that what she owns has nothing to do with me buying a prom dress. We started yelling and screaming because she told me my dress budget is like $120, which is nothing for a nice dress... She was pointing out all of these ugly ghetto girl and mother-of-the-bride dresses.
She then proceeded to tell me how I'm a selfish little bitch when I told her that if I wasn't getting that dress, I wasn't going to go for a cheap knockoff of it. It was implied that I'd just get a different one. But after she started yelling, I didn't feel like clarifying, because I was really hot.
She brought up my Hanukkah presents, and how I returned all of those presents I didn't like and bought one nice pair of sunglasses, and how I'm such a snob, and this and that.. While, mind you, I'm standing there with my Target tote bag.
She then said I'm not appreciative and I'm a fucking bitch and whatever whatever whatever. She said that if I can't handle it, then I can't go to prom... so I told her that I'm not going to prom.
Oh well.
Ugh, and I can hear her talking about me to my grandma in the kitchen. She's so goddamned immature.
She had a cow at me because I want a $300 dress for prom.. you know, that Dolce and Gabbana one? So I showed it to her, and her first reaction is
"I don't own Dolce and Gabbana, my 17 year old daughter won't own Dolce and Gabbana."
I told her that what she owns has nothing to do with me buying a prom dress. We started yelling and screaming because she told me my dress budget is like $120, which is nothing for a nice dress... She was pointing out all of these ugly ghetto girl and mother-of-the-bride dresses.
She then proceeded to tell me how I'm a selfish little bitch when I told her that if I wasn't getting that dress, I wasn't going to go for a cheap knockoff of it. It was implied that I'd just get a different one. But after she started yelling, I didn't feel like clarifying, because I was really hot.
She brought up my Hanukkah presents, and how I returned all of those presents I didn't like and bought one nice pair of sunglasses, and how I'm such a snob, and this and that.. While, mind you, I'm standing there with my Target tote bag.
She then said I'm not appreciative and I'm a fucking bitch and whatever whatever whatever. She said that if I can't handle it, then I can't go to prom... so I told her that I'm not going to prom.
Oh well.
Ugh, and I can hear her talking about me to my grandma in the kitchen. She's so goddamned immature.