shut up. i presume greatly because i fucking know. greatly. it was the right thing to do. i know right from wrong. i choose frequently to do wrong, i just didn't choose it that night. i know that the way i said things was fucked up. theoretically, it wasn't fucked up enough to deserve putting my head through a window, but who's keeping track? i will perhaps consider everything you've said, or perhaps not. i'm not disregarding her, i'm disregarding you.
[ five minutes and one (1) petty outburst later — ]
you never owed me a thank you. but you can do me a favor. you can understand that your mom is allowed to want things, regardless of whether you approve of or understand them. not only that, but she's allowed to have them.
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[ five minutes and one (1) petty outburst later — ]
you never owed me a thank you. but you can do me a favor.
you can understand that your mom is allowed to want things, regardless of whether you approve of or understand them. not only that, but she's allowed to have them.