Montesquieu15
June 19th, 2012, 03:35 PM
I was picked up from Starbucks, today. So my mom parks in a disabled parking space, and then yells at me for having parked in a disabled parking space. I don't get her thinking.
Then she yells at me for this bad habit of approaching cars before they stop. It's when the car is moving so fucking slow you open the door and hop in. And our definition of slow is "not even moving".
She yells at me for having her pick me up when she doesn't feel like it. (Her exact words. I don't mind biking the mile to Starbucks. Actually, I now have a reason to...course if I bring this up, it would somehow be directed towards my fault. She yells this during cross country and track season. I accuse her of being unsupportive and my dad reasons that if she was unsupportive, she wouldn't transport me at all. Um, no. She probably feels it as an obligation to do so. And I don't feel supported at all if she's always telling me how inconvenient it is for her. Of course, there's no way for me to reason that, for them to understand. [And then she would tell me I should join extra-curricular activities like dance. What???])
When we get home, she yells at me for this sandwich in the car, which I don't even know about. And then she yells at me for wearing a jacket in the summer (I went out this morning and it was cold. Do I need to hide stuff just to avoid getting yelled at?)
So in under 15 minutes, I was yelled at for five different reasons. For some reason, I wasn't really angry this time. Just passive. Actually this whole mornin, I've been hecka chill. I don't see it as abuse. But the bombardment is breaking.
And needless to say, deep down inside, whether I accept it or not: I love her.
Then she yells at me for this bad habit of approaching cars before they stop. It's when the car is moving so fucking slow you open the door and hop in. And our definition of slow is "not even moving".
She yells at me for having her pick me up when she doesn't feel like it. (Her exact words. I don't mind biking the mile to Starbucks. Actually, I now have a reason to...course if I bring this up, it would somehow be directed towards my fault. She yells this during cross country and track season. I accuse her of being unsupportive and my dad reasons that if she was unsupportive, she wouldn't transport me at all. Um, no. She probably feels it as an obligation to do so. And I don't feel supported at all if she's always telling me how inconvenient it is for her. Of course, there's no way for me to reason that, for them to understand. [And then she would tell me I should join extra-curricular activities like dance. What???])
When we get home, she yells at me for this sandwich in the car, which I don't even know about. And then she yells at me for wearing a jacket in the summer (I went out this morning and it was cold. Do I need to hide stuff just to avoid getting yelled at?)
So in under 15 minutes, I was yelled at for five different reasons. For some reason, I wasn't really angry this time. Just passive. Actually this whole mornin, I've been hecka chill. I don't see it as abuse. But the bombardment is breaking.
And needless to say, deep down inside, whether I accept it or not: I love her.