Somehow, my mother and I got into a heated something, in which I became frustrated because I have two people trying to talk to me at once, which I can’t handle. At one point, I rolled my eyes; and my mother gets the narrow eyes, finger in my face, and says in a threatening hiss:
I deserve respect, I’m the adult here!
I’m going to turn 24 in March. I have been engaged for over a year. I have a full-time job with benefits.
Thank God, Medina in August.
0 Responses to “To Prove That I’m Not Making This Shit Up”