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A Not-So Mother's Day As Well

This chapter, as I'm writing this at least, might look a bit choppy or odd. If you're wondering why, that is because this is my first time writing on a flip phone, which is also because I haven't gotten home to the luxuries of a PC. Although, at the same time, RB has to write all the time on a phone, so being at my grandpa's wont stop me from writing.

Anyways, so I'm gonna immediatly skip to Friday. RB had to do the parade, so I kept from texting or calling her this weekend. It was also because she had other things planned for the weekend. Although I did as well. I had to deal with chores throughout Saturday and Mother's Day. So, screw Friday, I'm going straight to Sunday. On Saturday, we went out for a buffet. Thats pretty much it. Well... other than the fact I had hesitated on calling/texting RB. I stopped hesitating when I realized she would text me first if she needed me.

Right?

Anyways, Sunday was hell. My mom did not appreciate anything we did for her, and she thought we were all fake. The night overall ended with my mom leaving at 10, coming back an hour later. She still thought we we're fake.

Great.

At that, I was thrown into the fight. I was tired of fighting with her. "STOP ACTING LIKE THAT, YOU B*TCH." I heard, echoing from the other room. My dad doesn't act like that. I get he sounds like abusive or something, but he isn't.

Anyways, I had to put my phone away. I went in, put it up, and said goodnight.

"Whatever. It's not like you care about me anyways." said my mom as I was leaving.

Although, it set off my trauma.

"STOP IT. SHUT THE HELL UP. NO ONE WANTS TO HER YOU BE LIKE THIS. WE WE'RE NICE TO YOU, BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN YOU CAN TREAT US LIKE CRAP AND BLAME IT ON US."

I felt like sh*t.

We apologized in the morning, but still.  

Afterall, having doing a funny would cheer me up.

"What did the janitor say to the suicidal girl?

...

See ya down there."

Ok, maybe suicidal jokes aren't the best.

But still, I laughed.

Not like I'm actually gonna kill myself or anything, I just like a good funny every now and then, even if it's a dark joke. :]

Anyways, I started to feel a lot less like sh*t when I read RB's new chapter. While reading, I realized I should've texted her.

"Damn it." I thought.

Welp, nevermind that. She helped me feel a hell of a ton better that night. Even if we never spoke a word that weekend.

Afterall, I can tell when she's speaking to me directly.

She can tell when I do.

;]

-Alex S.

May 9, 2022