Ahh…Another little rant here. I thought, after the last week or so, things would have, gotten a little bit better. But, no. Unfortunately not. I woke up this morning and could hear moaning already. I couldn’t be arsed to deal with dicks again for another day, so pretended to be asleep…At least until the ‘rents had left.
But unfortunately, they woke me up, so I could have a ‘chat downstairs’…Usually this involves me looking down at my feet, saying “yes mum” repeatedly whilst taking no account for what is being said, usually because I haven’t a clue what she’s on about. Today was a mild exception. Mum was enraged. She seemed to think I’m some sort of selfish bastard child. Not very nice really. And why? What did I do? Set fire to the car? No…Beat a small dog to death? Nope…I used the phone, to talk to my girlfriend!
Shocking…I should be ashamed, I know…But how much did this cost?! Erm, well it’s free evening and weekends, so the grand total of £0, and 0 pence…
Yeah…Bad, right? I don’t get why she seemed to think I’m such a terrible person, like she was making out, because I talk to my girlfriend. It’s just…Well it’s just stupid. Then, she really fucked things over. She said, with a cackle “Oh, did you know your grandma tried to call, but couldn’t get through because the phone was engaged…?” which, is fair enough…A mild inconvenience at best.
Then she said “Oh…haha…Did you know your grandma is ill? No, you didn’t”…
This is where I got really angry. Seriously, how the hell am I supposed to know if my grandma is ill, when she hasn’t even told me?! I didn’t know, which is bad, but what’s worse is, my so called loving mother can’t even be arsed to come all the way up stairs to tell her son that his own grandma is ill. Well, you know what, if she’s ill…She’s ill, I have to live my own life, not hers and everyone else's…So that’s all I’m bothered about really.
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