Wednesday, September 15, 2010

The Truth Hurts.

I'm so sick of living like this, I'm so sick of my mother, I'm so sick of my father.

Mom: I was going to apply to Tudor Time, but they need my finger print.
Me: Yeah?
Mom: Well I don't know what to do, because they have your Father's from years ago.
Me: From when he hit me?
Mom: Yeah.
Me: So what's that have to do with you?
Mom: I don't know, but I don't know what to do?
Me: Well I don't know I don't have to paper work.
Mom: I know that, just will I be considered a abuser?
Me: I don't know!
Mom: Well will it put my name on it because I'm married to your father?
Me: MOM! I don't know like I said before I don't have to paper work!
Mom: Well, what do I do?!
Me: Your stuck with a loser!!!

Yeah she wasn't to happy I said that. Yes, I am grateful for my parents, they provide for me and keep me safe, most of the time. But I don't not love my parents. I respect them so much for taking care of me, but I don't not love them.

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