Mental Repository (M.R.)

[Twin-Skies]

Mom threw another tantrum today.

As I was getting into my bathroom to use the loo, she walks into the room, and starts banging on the bathroom door with a heavy object, and I was forced to keep it closed for fear of being hit with what she was carrying. She starts screaming and swearing at me.

The reason?

She's pissed that I didn't bring her up a share of what I was eating for breakfast - it was tapa - and she thought that I simply ignored her when I went back up without any of the food. I was going to go back, but I had a case of LBM. That's when she stormed to her room, and got something heavy to bang on the door with - it looked like she was planning to hit me with it as well. OU helper later noted it was the stick we use to hang uplaundry.

Then she accuses me of finishing all the tapa and saying that I'm selfish, and claims the maid said I ate all of it. I asked the maid, and she claims she just told my mom that she didn't know how much tapa was left in the fridge, and that it might be out. She didn't say I ate it all. I don't need this. You'd think that if she had the energy to spend more than six ours every night playing nothing but Cityville, and still have the strength to scream like a spoiled brat while trying to hit people with blunt instruments, she'd have enough energy left to walk down to the kitchen and get her own breakfast.

I don't fucking need this happening every other morning. It's ruining my concentration for my writing. Stupid, loony old cow.

And no, even if I practice arnis and boxing, it never crossed my mind to hit her. She is not worth dirtying my sticks or my fists. But that does mean it makes it nearly impossible for her to hit me or hurt me physically.

I just wish - and I sincerely mean this - that I had a better mom than the stupid bitch that sits at the living room every night, eyes glued to her laptop.

Fuck you Zynga.