"Jane, we've got to go," my mom is yelling from the bathroom. "I have that appointment at three & it's already past two, we've got to go now, Jane!"
"Mom, you're not even ready so, why are you yelling at me?"
"Do not question me. I am your mother, you should be respectful & kind & loving. I am always right, even if I am wrong."
"I'm sorry, mom."
"You better be sorry you fucking dirty whore," my mom is charging at me.
