No joke. My mom shouted at me for picking up an Irn Bru can, an effing Irn Bru can. WHAT? WHO THE HECK DOES THAT? That's just insane, and before you go 'oh, what if you're not allowed it.' I am allowed Irn Bru, dumb-dumb. (Note: My mom doesn't even live with us, me and my 3 friends, so I don't know why she's here).
I don't understand. She told me to pick it up, and when I did she shouted at me. I, obviously, continued to put it in the trash but I don't understand why you would shout at someone for picking up a can, it's just weird.
Then, about an hour later, she asked me to tidy my room, which I was already doing, and shouted at me for tidying it after I was done. She told me it still wasn't tidy enough, when it was pretty much effing spotless, and she just walked out after I said that I had done my best.
Few hours later i'm putting my washing away. Guess what happens next. She comes through, screaming, shouting, swearing at me, the lot, telling me to do what I was doing, putting my washing away. Then she went on about how she had to feed the cat and how she had to cook for me. Well 1. Maybe if I wasn't still asleep I would have fed the cats and 2. If my wrist wasn't recovering I would have cooked. And she could clearly see.
After I told her that respect wasn't screaming and shouting at me and that I was going through some severe lack of motivation she threatened to move me out, she doesn't even live with me, as I said, so I have no idea why she's here at this point (thank god by the time of writing this she went back home. She wont be here tomorrow thankfully), and then she threatened to sign me up for military camp, which is actually one step closer to world domination. And me and my friends are just standing here like, what the heck? Then, before she left, she threatened to slap me just because I felt like I was being disrespected, my rights were being violated and that I was already doing what she was demanding me to do in the first place.
She's been calling me for quite a while now and every time I answer the phone she's trying to make up some horrible excuse to shout at me, and by this point i'd probably be better off in Hell because I bet you it's not as bad as this.
So I don't know what the heck her problem is but she needs to start treating me like a human being and not just a piece of dirst she just stepped on because one of these days Karma's gonna come back and it's going to be a right pain. In fact, she's not only being a pain to me but she threatened to starve my little brother all because he wanted a drink, an effing drink. Some responsible and caring mother she is.
((I apologise if some things don't make sense. I'm typing this really quickly and it's been a long day)).