just because you’re the mother, it doesn’t make you right.

 

in fact, i don’t even care who’s right and who’s wrong because all i wanted to do was to explain my stand.

 

but you flared up.

 

you started going on about how rude i am, how i think i’m all so high-and mighty because i’m 18.

and when i opened my mouth to tell you i never thought that way, you stood up yelling, and threatened to hit me.

 

perhaps it was a good thing it was only a threat, because if you had hit me, whatever little respect i have for you would have ebbed away.

 

don’t go about telling me how i can move out of the house if i can’t stand you scolding me, because one day, i just might.

 

i don’t mind you scolding me, i just can’t tolerate you being unreasonable.

 

and for accusing me of lying, ‘cuse me, but who was the one rummaging through my bag, then putting on a false front and telling me if was cause you needed to use my bag when you spotted me?

 

and don’t tell me how i’ll understand when i become a mother in the future because if i ever do, i won’t be one like you.

 

oh, and for your mothers’ day gift, i was thinking … perhaps anger management classes?

 

 

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i can’t believe i still have so much anger in me even after crying insanely in the bathroom.

fuck it.