Something good for once04:05 Jan 10 2017
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Yesterday was family movie day.
First, my dad tells me I'm picking up my sister in the morning. I awake, say good morning to my mother as I pass in hall, and proceed to get ready in bathroom. As I'm leaving bathroom, I am informed my dad left already to pick up my sister. My dad returns home about 15 minutes later; he returns with food for everyone. We all sit and eat and chat.
My mother tells my father about how I was "in her face" that morning and that if I had not have stopped talking I wouldn't be ready and made us all late. I disagree, and my mom snaps at me she is not going to argue, so I shut up. I said exactly 2 words, no more or no less - "Good morning."
Then my younger sister starts a conversation about window shopping. I tell them about this custom show shop I window shop at. My dad enters conversation with the shoes are bad for my feet and too expensive. My mom makes a statement about how careless I am with my spending and said I was going to buy them. I disagree by saying I make sure all of my bills are paid before anything else and have been putting away all my extra money for the cruise I'm going on with my cousins in July. On top of that, this is a conversation about window shopping.
My mother calls me retarded in response, and my dad asks her why she is always trying to put me down, or telling me on daily basis how close she is to putting me out, or about how she wishes I had my own place already. I work minimum wage and I am a full time student; I have no where to go but a relative's basement or a homeless shelter. Plus, I'm paying the cable bill, paying them a rent, and buying groceries we share. I clean up after myself, and most of the time keep to myself. As soon as I can get my own place, I will.
Then at movie theater, she sits isolated from rest of us and doesn't join conversation about movie after it was over. When we get home, she spends most of day in her room with door closed.
Today, I organized my desk, cleaned my bathroom, finished my laundry, worked out at the gym, and binged watched How to get away with murder on Netflix. My mother has not spoke to me today; the silent treatment is nothing new, and not something I'm particularly bothered by anymore.
I just want something good for once. Something different