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Miss Monster (malefactor) wrote,
@ 2003-07-14 01:54:00
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    Current mood: grumpy
    Current music:Dark Requiems, and Unsilent Massacre - Hecate Enthroned

    Ridiculous.
    So...um...I'm at my dad's. I think my mom just kicked me out of her house. Here's the story.

    Earlier, we had another fight about my stupid hair. She finally gave in and this is what was said:
    Mom: What would you do if I said yes?
    Me: Well..I'd do it.
    Mom: I guess we can make an appointment this week.
    Me: Cool, as long as Valerie doesn't do it..I can't stand when she dyes my hair.
    Mom: DID I SAY VALERIE?!? You didn't listen. YOU always put words into my mouth!! I didn't say her!!

    Jesus Christ! And she says I snap at her! I have a reason...1.) She's annoying, 2.) PMS. So anyway, she took me to my dad's. On the way there:
    Mom: When you see Robbie, tell him to call me because I want him to do something for me.
    Me: Well, how come you only call him when you want something done?
    Mom: Why would you say that?
    Me: Well, he's said something along the lines of it, and from what I've seen, it's true.
    Mom: You smartass kids.

    Then she went on saying we're ungrateful, blah blah. Honestly, my brother has nothing to be grateful for from her except for his birth. He was smart and got out of there when he was 16. She's never done anything for him but cause grief, and it pisses me off. And now she's starting to do the same thing for me. She gives me stuff, but I don't care about that..I'd rather her be nice and supportive and understanding.

    So anyway, the part about getting kicked out...she basically threw a fit and said she wouldn't bother calling either of us anymore and didn't care when or if I came home. Whatever. All that because I told her the truth about how she treats my brother.

    It was weird, because before the fight, while I was packing, Pumyra reached up to me to pick her up. I was holding her and I just started crying because I felt like for some reason I'd never get to do that again. It was really odd. She even looked at me like she didn't want me to leave.



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