My mom sees me come downstairs this morning into our kitchen, and immediately she asks me why I didn't go to church this morning. I told her I just didn't want to go. I had just woken up and I would've been an hour late. So I didn't want to go. She asked me if it was because of this guy I am/was dating, and I told her no. That's not why I didn't want to go. She says "Whatever." and keeps coloring her yard sale sign.
I take Anti-Depressants. Don't ask why. And so I go to take my meds, and I put them on the counter so then I can get the pills out. She slams the cabinet door shut. Ugh. Now she's kicking me off my computer so I can go hide myself in my room. Which, mind you, she complains about and yells at me for ALL THE TIME. Sigh. Gosh.
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