And so tonight I'm the bad guy. I'm the one scaring the hell out of my family.
Dad wasn't wanting to get up for dinner, due to a combination of his teeth having bothered him all day, and withdrawal symptoms from him not taking his Pregabalin all weekend because he let it run out again. Mom and I had our dinner at the designated time of 6:30. Dad didn't get up. 7:00 rolled around, and Mom said, "Are we going to have to wake him again?"
I said, "Yeah, otherwise he's going to come out at 9:00, wondering why he can't have his dinner."
Before I could say another word, Mom was screaming, "I can't take it anymore!" Needless to say, this confused me, because I thought I was just stating facts. But apparently, according to her text later, I was "jumping on him".
But I'm getting ahead of myself in the story.
Because of course, me being the well-adjusted and mentally healthy individual that I am, I responded to her screaming in a calm, soothing voice, right?
Look at your keyboard between the letters H and L.
No, it turned into a screaming match. Worse yet, it was a screaming match with both of us insisting we were at fault and needed to be kіӏӏed for it. I was alternating between calling myself a piece of sһit and saying I wasn't allowed to speak in our house. Mom said that if I felt that way, I should just stick a knіfe in her chest. My response to that was to announce that I was going to go crash into a brick wall.
Then I drove off.
I said, "Yeah, otherwise he's going to come out at 9:00, wondering why he can't have his dinner."
Before I could say another word, Mom was screaming, "I can't take it anymore!" Needless to say, this confused me, because I thought I was just stating facts. But apparently, according to her text later, I was "jumping on him".
But I'm getting ahead of myself in the story.
Because of course, me being the well-adjusted and mentally healthy individual that I am, I responded to her screaming in a calm, soothing voice, right?
Look at your keyboard between the letters H and L.
No, it turned into a screaming match. Worse yet, it was a screaming match with both of us insisting we were at fault and needed to be kіӏӏed for it. I was alternating between calling myself a piece of sһit and saying I wasn't allowed to speak in our house. Mom said that if I felt that way, I should just stick a knіfe in her chest. My response to that was to announce that I was going to go crash into a brick wall.
Then I drove off.
