Where's the popcorn? D: Oh well....
It started back when I finished Elementary School. I was completely ignorant to reality that there was bad things in the world, due to my mom's protection. When I made it to 6th grade. I wad a dead meat. The world turned upside down while I'm still listening to what my mom said.
[mimic] Always follow the teacher, never tell a lie, respect your elders, never fight back.
I eventually had my lunch money stolen three times and got beaten up (lost count) for ratting out on my classmates. It was horrible. Then, when I was awarded for Honor Rolls, my mom bluntly cursed me out on the way home. When we reached our house, she continued to shout at me for having such a low grade! Yeah, I know, right? She then yells at me that I was suppose to get straight A's. My mom then screams that it was her dream to have a successful son. Her dream, her dream, her dream, bleh.
That's when I just snapped. I then yelled at my mom that it's my dream and she can't do a damn about it. That continues the downhill process of hatred between my mom and I.
It started back when I finished Elementary School. I was completely ignorant to reality that there was bad things in the world, due to my mom's protection. When I made it to 6th grade. I wad a dead meat. The world turned upside down while I'm still listening to what my mom said.
[mimic] Always follow the teacher, never tell a lie, respect your elders, never fight back.
I eventually had my lunch money stolen three times and got beaten up (lost count) for ratting out on my classmates. It was horrible. Then, when I was awarded for Honor Rolls, my mom bluntly cursed me out on the way home. When we reached our house, she continued to shout at me for having such a low grade! Yeah, I know, right? She then yells at me that I was suppose to get straight A's. My mom then screams that it was her dream to have a successful son. Her dream, her dream, her dream, bleh.
That's when I just snapped. I then yelled at my mom that it's my dream and she can't do a damn about it. That continues the downhill process of hatred between my mom and I.