okay, so i got my car from my grandmother in florida. big whoop.
april fool's day.
yesterday was awful. and right now i don't feel like typing it up... so i'll just briefly explain what happened.
after work last night, a fight broke out between me and my mother in the car. things always branch from stupid reasons. she screams at me.. i can't concentrate.. almost hit a car...she's still screaming at me.
i say something.. it pisses her off.. and she takes her forearm and bashes my body with it. broke my skin with her ring... and now i've got a huge fucking bruise on my arm. it wasn't until recent times, that i decided i wasn't gonna stand there and let her hit me. even if i did provoke something. i hit her back.
we get home after a nice ride home of screaming. i throw my keys at the house in a fit of rage. they fall onto the roof. damn. i go upstairs, turn on the computer, and go into her room saying how after tonight, i'm even more convinced that my mother died back in february. i decide to go get my keys off of the roof. she climbs into the other car and i tell her to not bother coming home. i go get the other ladder.. get my keys off of the roof. hang out on the roof for three hours. come inside, take a shower. she comes home and goes to her room.
i talked to bryan all last night about it. we had a pretty long instant message. we went into all this stuff about how when i was smaller, fights and arguments would always end up in me getting hit.
i guess it's just discipline. but she could have handled it in other terms.
this morning she decides to wake me up putting my puppy on my lap(we named her snoopy.. i know.. guys name.. blame my brother!). i tell her to get her out. then she asks if i want something. i tell her no and roll over.
my mother's hit me before. but it wasn't until today, that i realized it was wrong. i don't enjoy being hit. and i wouldn't be as upset if she had just yelled at me.
