Ksa
Ex-Bluelighter
I Just got my Iron Ring after attending the engineering ceremony an hour ago. Came back home.
Me: Hi mom! How you doing! I got the ring! (shows ring)
Mom: What...huh...don't get big, you should have gotten it in December.
(5 min later)
Mom: That ring of yours, whatever you call it...don't put it in some chemical or whatever you do to all the things you break.
Me: So where do you suggest that I put it mom?
Mom: I couldn't care less.
Me: Perhaps I should shove it up my middle member for a change...(I leave pissed off and confused in the same time).
Now my mother is having a nervous crysis in the other room. Crying, throwing temper tantrums. She's saying she doesn't want to talk to me again, ever. She's unstable. Yelling.
Dad: You should not reply to her when she's like that.
Me: How the fuck was I suppose to know, you never warned me back in the car.
Dad: You should stop making sex jokes.
Me: you know it's not about the fucking sex joke...she pushed it, she wanted to get mad. She needs a fucking outlet.
Dad: Don't say that to her. She's been fucked around by her father who needs medical attention...she's over the edge. You don't have a job.
Me: I graduated a month ago, wtf am I supposed to do, there's nothing out there!
Dad: find something...fast...
Me: She'll pop before I find something. She can't find her outlets solely in buying a new car or in me finding a job, she needs something.
Dad: Don't say such things to her.
Me: You gotta find something.
This is my evening at the moment, thought I could share with you haha
Me: Hi mom! How you doing! I got the ring! (shows ring)
Mom: What...huh...don't get big, you should have gotten it in December.
(5 min later)
Mom: That ring of yours, whatever you call it...don't put it in some chemical or whatever you do to all the things you break.
Me: So where do you suggest that I put it mom?
Mom: I couldn't care less.
Me: Perhaps I should shove it up my middle member for a change...(I leave pissed off and confused in the same time).
Now my mother is having a nervous crysis in the other room. Crying, throwing temper tantrums. She's saying she doesn't want to talk to me again, ever. She's unstable. Yelling.
Dad: You should not reply to her when she's like that.
Me: How the fuck was I suppose to know, you never warned me back in the car.
Dad: You should stop making sex jokes.
Me: you know it's not about the fucking sex joke...she pushed it, she wanted to get mad. She needs a fucking outlet.
Dad: Don't say that to her. She's been fucked around by her father who needs medical attention...she's over the edge. You don't have a job.
Me: I graduated a month ago, wtf am I supposed to do, there's nothing out there!
Dad: find something...fast...
Me: She'll pop before I find something. She can't find her outlets solely in buying a new car or in me finding a job, she needs something.
Dad: Don't say such things to her.
Me: You gotta find something.
This is my evening at the moment, thought I could share with you haha
