WHAT is WRONG with people?!
You know, I really, really, try to be patient with her, but the shit my mother tries to pull is so grandiose and inconsiderate that it’s hard not to flip out. It’s even worse when she makes the same mistake not once, but 3 times.
Considering I share a bedroom with my brother, which is already tiny and cluttered as it is, WHY she decided to buy a new free-standing furniture closet is beyond me. Not only did she not tell me, she didn’t ask me, and she didn’t keep me in the loop.
Her idea was to replace our 6-drawer dresser (3 of which were mine) with this 2-drawer closet. Then she was going to have Darren move his shirts out of the hall closet (built in to the apartment) into this thing.
Let’s think for a moment:
1) SMART PEOPLE upgrade. Why go from 6 drawers down to 2 drawers?
2) Why purchase something only Darren could use?
3) Why inconvenience me, who if anything needs MORE space?
4) Why not ask for my opinion or AT LEAST keep me in the loop?
5) Why make this mistake AGAIN having done it 2 other times? Case in point: my computer desk and my storage closet went missing when I returned home from college.
6) Why start moving furniture around when I’m not here? Maybe I have some personal items I don’t want you going through in the process.
7) Why leave my shit out in the living room? Oh-you can’t find space for it now! STUPID ASS.
8) Why buy EXTRA furniture ON TOP OF DARREN’S NEW CLOSET to compensate for the lack of drawer space you rid us of?
This is the shit I have to put up with in this house. My mother is a selfish, inconsiderate, thoughtless idiot—and I mean that. She only cares about Darren and herself.
This is what I’m talking about with her— I’m angry, hurt, frustrated, and overwhelmed. I’m stressed out from work, my friends, and my fucking classes, so when she can treat me like a human being, then maybe I’ll talk to her.
Considering that’s the tip of the iceberg, THAT’S why I say she’s a fuckin’ fake bitch—cutesy-cuesty to the outside world—a selfish bitch behind closed doors. She means well, but does damage in the process, but doesn’t LISTENNNN or change when I tell her what she’s doing.
Where does my dad come in to this equation? He doesn’t know what the fuck is going… and well, I can’t blame my brother either because he’s always her first priority!

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