Everybody is familiar with the way that teenagers and their parents fight, especially daughters, I feel like.
When you disagree with a parent it is just considered like acting out or just a part of growing up.
So, that would mean me fighting with my mom is just me acting out and being a usual, regular, teenager, right? Um. No. No. No. Not at all.
I don't even feel like my mom and my relationship is anything like the traditional mother-daughter stereotype at teenage years. My mom judges me, hurts me everyday. We yell almost everyday. We get into fights over the dumbest things. She doesn't even attempt to listen to what I say. My ideas are just nonsense to her.
Why am I on this topic again? Remember about a year or so ago I was complaining that she was asking me a bunch of weird random questions like "Are you drinking?" well she is at it again today.
We were sitting in the car before work and my mom literally asked me "Are you on drugs?".
Like what is this. I replied sarcastically with "I am on all of the drugs.". And ignored her question. She asked me this more than once. She also asked me once this weekend if I was gay, after asking me to block her friend on facebook (who is gay)'s posts which she found offensive, from her newsfeed. She later discussed her friend with me and then said "Just one thing. Please don't get into any of this sh*t." (in reference to being gay).
Oh my goodness. Thank goodness I am not gay or I am pretty sure I would've started crying right then and there. But I still take offence to that.
I don't want to be stereotypical, but I will be anyways. People born before 1960 should really be in their own society. They refuse to change their conformist views. I understand that this is offensive, but I am beginning not to actually give a goddam shit.
Whenever I even hint towards some idea of mine (like a philisophical idea, etc) my mom will spazz at me and tell me "I don't want to hear that bullshit.". One time back when I like psychology (well I still do) I was telling her something and she said "Don't you pull that psychology crap on me.".
I am not sorry at all, my mom and I actually do not have a healthy relationship.
The only thing that I think is "immature teenager" teenager about this, is that I can't wait to get out of the fucking house.
I am trying to make plans to go to New York. I tell her she has absolutely no part in these plans, but I told her days I am planning to go. She is bugging me saying "Well what are you going to do?". Leave. Me. Alone. She doesn't understand that she doesn't POSESS ME. I am going to do whatever the fuck I want.
Same with University. I can't tell you the amount of times I would mention a university name to her and then the next day she will tell me all about the university... even things I didn't know.
OKAY FUCK OFF. SERIOUSLY FUCK OFF. I understand she is just trying to be protective and make sure my life goes in the "correct" direction. But her overprotection (teenage stereotype coming up) just makes me want to NOT CONFORM. (Well I'm like that anyways). But she makes me want to drop out of highschool then murder 50 people.
Mom: "Should we be getting you psychoanalyzed? Or a psychologist?"
OMG. So when I am actually mentally ill, crying in my room and throwing mental breakdowns and fits, I can't have one. But when you suspect I am on drugs, I can?
Why. Why am I even in this house still? Oh right, money.
Have I even mentioned how hard it is to do things at 16 (almost 17)? I tried to stop a payment to my education fund that I was making, and they told me I need my mom's approval. Uhm. What the actual fuck? I need my mom's permission to stop $50 from coming out of my account bi-weekly. WHAT IS THIS SHIT!? This is my goddam money.
I try to cancel a tour "Okay sure, we need your mom's permission".
I am not in fucking grade 2.
But the sad thing is that I will miss her when I go to university, eventually... I think. I don't want her to die.
But she's not the only one. I am dangerously vicious towards her as well. I scream at her, call her names, hurt her feelings. But I rarely (probably only have twice) called her a name for no reason. Every other time she deserves it.
She calls me a bitch, I call her a bitch. Fair deal.
When you disagree with a parent it is just considered like acting out or just a part of growing up.
So, that would mean me fighting with my mom is just me acting out and being a usual, regular, teenager, right? Um. No. No. No. Not at all.
I don't even feel like my mom and my relationship is anything like the traditional mother-daughter stereotype at teenage years. My mom judges me, hurts me everyday. We yell almost everyday. We get into fights over the dumbest things. She doesn't even attempt to listen to what I say. My ideas are just nonsense to her.
Why am I on this topic again? Remember about a year or so ago I was complaining that she was asking me a bunch of weird random questions like "Are you drinking?" well she is at it again today.
We were sitting in the car before work and my mom literally asked me "Are you on drugs?".
Like what is this. I replied sarcastically with "I am on all of the drugs.". And ignored her question. She asked me this more than once. She also asked me once this weekend if I was gay, after asking me to block her friend on facebook (who is gay)'s posts which she found offensive, from her newsfeed. She later discussed her friend with me and then said "Just one thing. Please don't get into any of this sh*t." (in reference to being gay).
Oh my goodness. Thank goodness I am not gay or I am pretty sure I would've started crying right then and there. But I still take offence to that.
I don't want to be stereotypical, but I will be anyways. People born before 1960 should really be in their own society. They refuse to change their conformist views. I understand that this is offensive, but I am beginning not to actually give a goddam shit.
Whenever I even hint towards some idea of mine (like a philisophical idea, etc) my mom will spazz at me and tell me "I don't want to hear that bullshit.". One time back when I like psychology (well I still do) I was telling her something and she said "Don't you pull that psychology crap on me.".
I am not sorry at all, my mom and I actually do not have a healthy relationship.
The only thing that I think is "immature teenager" teenager about this, is that I can't wait to get out of the fucking house.
I am trying to make plans to go to New York. I tell her she has absolutely no part in these plans, but I told her days I am planning to go. She is bugging me saying "Well what are you going to do?". Leave. Me. Alone. She doesn't understand that she doesn't POSESS ME. I am going to do whatever the fuck I want.
Same with University. I can't tell you the amount of times I would mention a university name to her and then the next day she will tell me all about the university... even things I didn't know.
OKAY FUCK OFF. SERIOUSLY FUCK OFF. I understand she is just trying to be protective and make sure my life goes in the "correct" direction. But her overprotection (teenage stereotype coming up) just makes me want to NOT CONFORM. (Well I'm like that anyways). But she makes me want to drop out of highschool then murder 50 people.
Mom: "Should we be getting you psychoanalyzed? Or a psychologist?"
OMG. So when I am actually mentally ill, crying in my room and throwing mental breakdowns and fits, I can't have one. But when you suspect I am on drugs, I can?
Why. Why am I even in this house still? Oh right, money.
Have I even mentioned how hard it is to do things at 16 (almost 17)? I tried to stop a payment to my education fund that I was making, and they told me I need my mom's approval. Uhm. What the actual fuck? I need my mom's permission to stop $50 from coming out of my account bi-weekly. WHAT IS THIS SHIT!? This is my goddam money.
I try to cancel a tour "Okay sure, we need your mom's permission".
I am not in fucking grade 2.
But the sad thing is that I will miss her when I go to university, eventually... I think. I don't want her to die.
But she's not the only one. I am dangerously vicious towards her as well. I scream at her, call her names, hurt her feelings. But I rarely (probably only have twice) called her a name for no reason. Every other time she deserves it.
She calls me a bitch, I call her a bitch. Fair deal.
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