Thank You
Thank you Mom for making me feel like a piece of shit. You wanted me to make dinner. We didn't have all the necessary ingredients. You yelled at me for not calling you. I didn't call because you don't like us to call you when you are at work or when you are driving. You gave me step by step instructions for dinner. We didn't all of the ingredients. I didn't know if I could substitute. After you got home I told you. I suggested me just making shake'n'bake chicken. You said no and got pissed and said, "I'll just do it myself." So I left not wanting to spark any more of your anger. I just went to my room. I didn't want to get in your way. My dad asked if I was here when you were making the chicken the way you wanted and you said no. I was in my fucking room to stay out of your way. When I try to explain myself my dad stops the arguing. Why won't you just listen to me while I am here? I obviously can't do anything right, can I? One last thing that you did that made me feel like you didn't love me this evening was that you served dinner to everyone else except me. You gave a plate to Dad even though he already ate. Thanks Mom for making me feel loved and visible.