I had another BAD day today. Mom and I got into another one of our huge arguments. She’s always finding fault with me. I just can’t seem to do anything right. I’m sick and tired of this. Sometimes, I wish I could run away but where would I go? I can’t stay at my father’s place. I don’t like his new wife. She’s young enough to be my older sister. She’s so fake. Always acting all nice when he’s around but the minute he’s not there, it’s like dealing with Cruella de Vil. I can’t go to Sean’s house. His parents would have a conniption. They don’t know that we’re sexually active. We have been very careful.
So, as I was telling you, Mom and I had an argument this morning. Today it was how I didn’t do a good job washing the dishes. I mean, really? Why did I even need to wash them when we have the dishwasher? Yesterday, it was my room. Apparently, I didn’t do a good job cleaning it. Isn’t that what she is supposed to do, being a housewife and all? The day before, it was the rice. It got burned. I was in my room texting my friend, Millie. But still, how was any of this my fault? Mom’s the one who’s supposed to do the cooking, not me.
I got grounded and my cell was confiscated for a whole month because of the rice incident. Can you believe that? It’s just so unfair. She’s always criticizing everything I do but doesn’t say anything to either of my brothers who get with murder (I don’t mean they literally murder anyone, of course. It’s just a figure of speech). They hardly get grounded or have their privileges taken away. It’s painfully obvious that Mom favors them over me. That’s fine with me. I don’t want her favor anyway. I just want her to be fair, that’s all.
Yes, life here is hard for a seventeen year old girl. Can’t wait until I turn twenty-one and can move out. Until then, though, I have to deal with Mom.
Well, that’s my rant for today. Until tomorrow, ciao for now.
This was written for the Ragtag Daily Prompt for Tuesday which is Fault. For more information, click HERE.