Moving

Handling the move

                                 Mali:
Moving was never an intentional thing that my mom chose it was just something that was forced.

"Mom, you can't do this to me! What about my friends?! Or my girlfriend! She will be completely heartbroken!" I say while basically ripping out my black hair.

"You're being too dramatic, Mali. It's just a few miles away from our town! And your girlfriend, you guys can call. Long distance relationships aren't that bad!" My mom responded blankly as if she didn't care about this whole situation.

"Long distance relationships are the absolute worse! What if she breaks up with me, or worse!" I slammed my hand down on the kitchen table and started overthinking more than I was seconds ago.

"Mila Johnson Anderson! The table is new! Let's not get so worked up over moving to a new place!" My mom says while rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.

"You aren't helpful! I'll just go call Sina!" I said with a big attitude in my mouth and my hand on my hip.

I walk out the kitchen like I had just had a argument with my 45 year old husband. Which by the way, arguing with my mom definitely feels like that. She always wins the argument, and if she doesn't, she throws random reasons why she's right and you're wrong! It sucks. But God I wish my mom was more serious about stuff like this. Losing my girlfriend was weight on my shoulder that I wanted to lose! I walk upstairs to my room and slam the door behind me. I felt so horrible, not because I did something, but because my girlfriend (Sina) will think that the reason I'm moving is because of her! As soon as I make it to my room, I call my girlfriend Sina, praying she will have enough time to pick up the phone.

"Hi Sina. Ummm, I have something really important to tell yo-" as soon as I attempted to finish my sentence, my phone died. God, can this day get any worse?!