The picture perfect mother and daughter relationship is what we all aim for. Unfornately, for this pair, they are the farthest thing from it. Generational history of unhealed trauma and resentment finally caught up with this mother and daughter. Ang...
Despite my better judgement, I had unfortunately been forced to attend a social gathering. I tried to think positively. I kept telling myself that this would garuntee me a job, and I could start saving. Just as I thought of a silver lining, a cloud would wipe that silver lining away. My thoughts turned from positive to negative. I did not want to do this at all. I wanted to tell myself the job wasn't worth it, but even my ego would know that was a lie. I can't lie. I'm pretty nervous.
"Will you get cute with me tonight?" Brat asked.
"Get cute? Why? I thought this was supposed to be a small chill event?" I inquired.
Brat looked like a deer caught in headlights. She hesitated.
"Well, yes that's true, but we are still going to be in public." She convinced.
My face balled up.
"And?"
"Look you and your bitchy attitude is starting to get on my nerves. I don't understand why you are making this so hard." She said.
I tried to relax my face. I had been being quite cold, but that's because she's inconsiderate.
"Brat, I don't understand why you drag me into situations you know damn well I won't like. You knew I wouldn't wanna go to this thing. That's why you sprung it up on me. I don't wanna be seen. Ain't nobody to get cute for. I didn't even bring any cute shit." I said proudly.
She couldn't argue with that.
"Okay, you may be right. I did spring it up on you, and for that I'm sorry. But damn girl please! I'm begging at this point. If I didn't spring it up on you, you would have still said no, so what? I just want to do something with my bestfriend. I'm tired of hanging out with other bitches. I want to have you on my side. At least I know I can trust you. I want to have fun with you. We deserve it. We're gonna get cute. You know I got you on the clothes so I don't even know why you said that." She laughed.
Once again Brat would not take no for an answer. Every excuse I had, she had a solution. She was right in some aspects. I would have definitely said no to her invitation regardless of how she presented it or what environment we were in.
"Alright" I said defeatedly
I waited for hours to pass by which seemed like an eternity. She did not give me a timeframe to go off of. That made me angry. She was cool, calm, and collected because social events did not bother her. I, on the other hand, was very tense. I couldn't relax. I tried to. I had nothing to take my mind off of things. I had no other friends, no family, no hobbies, no nothing. I was starting to feel pitiful.
"I'm about to go downstairs to the living room." I announced.
Brat looked surprised.
"Why?" She asked.
"I'm about to throw on some lifetime and I know that's not really your thing." I answered cowardly while looking down at my feet.
Brat grabbed her remote and shook it side to side.
"Girl boo, you can watch it in here. I'm not really watching this crap. I just have it on for real." She said referring to her television.
"Yeah I know, thank you, but I'm cool. I really want some peace and quiet." I added.
I watched her left brow raise slightly.
"What I'm too loud or something Noni?" She asked.
"No it's not that. It's just.." I frustratedly sighed and paused.
"It's not that. I'm kind of tweaking out and I just need quiet. Can you just let me know when we should start getting ready?" I asked as I made my way to her bedroom door entrance.
"Tweaking?" She said stopping me.
"I have a headache and stuff." I lied.
I felt like a guilty child being interrogated by their mother for stealing candy in the candy shop. She could sense deception within me.
"Need Tylenol?" She antagonized.
I knew I was lying, and she did too, but neither of us would say anything. I couldn't say she was trying to be a spiteful bitch by offering Tylenol for a headache she knew I didn't have. However, if I actually had the headache, there would be no reason for me to be offended by her bitchy offer.
"Nope." I said high pitched.
"You know I'm not really into taking meds like that. I just need to lay down. Text me though." I shot back ending the conversation as I made my way down the stairs cocky as hell.
I'm sure she wanted to slap five across my face. I didn't even give the poor girl a chance to respond. I hope she likes a dose of her own medicine. I could almost picture her dumb founded face now.
I plopped down on her couch and felt decent. I could breathe. I turned on lifetime just in case she decided to come downstairs and check on me. I took my phone out and hopped from app to app. I couldn't help but to crucify myself for getting into this situation.
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