My mom is such a bitch. A stupid, superficial, image-obsessed bitch. My brother had a party at our house one night and there was some minor water damage on the floor in the bathroom and some broken beer bottles. I think mostly what she was upset about was that people hooked up at this party. Anyway, my brother is grounded for a month. So my mom comes up to me today and says “Hey just so you know, about your brother being grounded and all - don’t tell your Aunt.” And my response was “Why do you care if she knows? Are you ashamed or something?” And she got all pissed off and started ranting about how I don’t know anything and how every time she asks me to do one small favor I do this. Sometimes she thinks I just enjoy being difficult. 

Well, I hate to break it to you Mom but I’m not 14 years old anymore and I don’t start controversy over insignificant issues like I did when I was younger. I just don’t think you should be ashamed that your son is having sex. He’s seventeen and I promise he’s not the only one out there that age having sex. And in case you forgot, this morning when you asked me to have like 3 things done before I go out of town this weekend, I gladly said yes. Even though none of them have to do with me. I don’t enjoy being difficult for the sake of it. I do, however, wonder why you have to act like such a raging bitch all the time. I wonder why you get to yell at dad about how he spends money when you (by choice) don’t have a fucking job. I wonder why every argument we get in somehow manages to turn into something I’m doing wrong. Take a look at yourself and maybe try working on yourself instead of blaming other people.