I hate when people talk about how I look, especially my family. So my mom is getting loud with me saying how I act like a damsel in distress because I had bough her a 400 dollar water cooler and she wants me to return it. First off, I was gone 3 days at my sisters apartment in Yonkers, and then when I came back my car had to go into the shop and I’m not getting it back until tomorrow. She then said I was making excuses, because I have two parents who are here. And the last thing I ever do is ask them for anything cause they always say no. They can steal my car to pick up furniture but when I want to go 3 blocks down for 7-eleven I get a “no”. They always act like I’m an inconvenience so I just never ask them for shit.
Me to my mom:
And this is where the fun begins. After I tell her what she wants to hear(literally word for word cause she made me) she says that I look like Mickey mouse 😐.
Me: *Squaring up with Mickey*
And so I said go ahead and say what you want about how I look it’s not like I haven’t heard it all before. And she’s saying now you want to get all sensitive and how I’m not a sensitive person.
But I am. You talk to me differently, yell at me, ignore me, call me a name, or even do something slightly different than what you usually do with me and I’m a mess. Sorry I don’t think Mickey Mouse is cute. I’m a fat piece of shit that hates how she looks. Stop talking about how I fucking look. I know I’m ugly like damn. It’s always dig after, dig after, dig.
Me: *trying to hold it in*