Last year in about the end of June, I was working on my most important personal project ever! My mom came into my room ranting about how her big 4th of July party was less than a week away and how she had a billion things to get done before then.
Pointedly I ignored her ranting and raving and kept working on my book "Meji of the Elements" which was only on page 60 or something. She raved at me for like a half hour until she took the book, tore a few pages and threw it at the wall. I was extremly angry and screamed a few...choice words at her in my rage.
She left the room and got one of the large towels from the bathroom. She came back and began snapping me with it, screaming about how I was the most disrespectful child on the face of the earth. In turn I got up from my chair screaming about how I didn't care considering how evil and rude and stupid she was.
I went to the bathroom and got a towel of my own and began snapping her back. I wasn't about to let her snap me and not fight back. We screamed and snapped and screamed some more. It was very noisy. We didn't even notice my dad and brother leave the house.
I realize now that it was not a good idea to fight with her like that but I had no desire to listen to her after she had torn up my hard work. (It had taken me like 4 years to get that far because of school.) It was a huge mistake to do something like that and I regret it but I can't take it back so I have to live with it.
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3 comments:
That's amazingly hilarious.
XD
How can you possibly regret anything that led to a story this fantastic?
I do feel your pain for the destruction of your book, though. That would kill me.
It sounds like your mother is psychotic, not to be completely rude.
It is a somewhat funny story.
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