I ask for a higher variety of food. I asked to be served fruits, wheats, all the works on the food pyramid. She turned around, and with a firm, upset voice she told me to go find something. In shock, I stood there, then scrambled downstairs.
For the rest of the night I proceeded to just surviving on juice, Saltines, and apples. When bedtime rolled around, I decided to stay up until ten, when there had nothing good on TV except for adult shows. If she ever got mad at me or shown some disgust, it’d ruin me, the night, the day, everything. Before I retreated in my sadness and sulked for the rest of the day, she offered me food; pizza rolls. Foolishly, I turned the offer down, but I had to be selective with my words when I said no. At first I said “I’m fine” but then she demanded yes or no. What does she expect? I say no, the way she wanted me to say it exactly. After I assumed she took the pizza rolls out of the package and placed them in the oven, she came downstairs and looked me staight in the eyes while she held a white laundry tote against her hip. Life is confusing, she is proof. She said she doesn’t like us fighting, I just nodded but in my mind I was telling myself over and over she was wrong, she was contradicting herself, she was in a mix of emotions, and if she didn’t want to fight she’d approach me with a bit more respect. She walked out the room into her bedroom, and I kept typing on the computer. From the bedroom she told me that she got mad when I slam the door close once she smokes. For a few minutes I stopped what I was doing to try and decode the meaning of her words, but it was impossible. I entered her bedroom and confronted her, starting off by asking if really does upset her when I shut the door. She said yes as she sorted through the laundry on her hands and knees. She said it was the manor in which I did it. Life really is strange.
