To speak in your mother tongue... "Do WHAT?"
Yesterday, I wandered downstairs in my bathrobe for my morning tea. My mother was in the kitchen.
"You know, Chris," she said. "I gotta say that I'm pretty upset you're moving out."
I froze, mug in hand. The water still sputtered into the sink, but I couldn't find the words. I just blinked at her in awe.
"It's the season, you know? And financially, I'm sure it'll be much better for you just to stay here," she went on.
"Mom. You kicked me out," I said.
"I was just mad," she said, as if she were excusing herself.
"Your exact words were 'you have 30 days to move out of my house.'" I replied. "I'm sorry if I took you literally."
"Well, you threatened to break your sister's nose."
"After she'd stolen from me several times. After I bought a lock, which you neglected to install, since you didn't want me to install it. After you called me a drama queen and told me I have nothing worth taking. And, I might add, I threatened to break her nose if she stole from me again."
"I didn't mean it," she said again. "I was just angry."
"Sorry. I don't do idle threats," I said, and resumed making my tea. "When you said 'move out,' guess what? I prepared to move out. I've got a new place, a new job. Everything's already settled. It's too late."
She walked out.
Gee, I guess she will miss that rent check.
She ought to have thought of that while she was laughing at me instead of dealing with her real problem. I know you're supposed to love your family, but nowhere is it written that you have to live with them. I'm ready to stop concealing myself for their benefit.
I have various etceteras to natter on about later in the day-- I saw a bunch of movies this weekend and did round one of Christmas shopping. Meanwhile, I haven't really been online as of late, and with LJ sucking about delivering comments, if you've asked me something in the last week and I haven't replied, please shoot me an email.
"You know, Chris," she said. "I gotta say that I'm pretty upset you're moving out."
I froze, mug in hand. The water still sputtered into the sink, but I couldn't find the words. I just blinked at her in awe.
"It's the season, you know? And financially, I'm sure it'll be much better for you just to stay here," she went on.
"Mom. You kicked me out," I said.
"I was just mad," she said, as if she were excusing herself.
"Your exact words were 'you have 30 days to move out of my house.'" I replied. "I'm sorry if I took you literally."
"Well, you threatened to break your sister's nose."
"After she'd stolen from me several times. After I bought a lock, which you neglected to install, since you didn't want me to install it. After you called me a drama queen and told me I have nothing worth taking. And, I might add, I threatened to break her nose if she stole from me again."
"I didn't mean it," she said again. "I was just angry."
"Sorry. I don't do idle threats," I said, and resumed making my tea. "When you said 'move out,' guess what? I prepared to move out. I've got a new place, a new job. Everything's already settled. It's too late."
She walked out.
Gee, I guess she will miss that rent check.
She ought to have thought of that while she was laughing at me instead of dealing with her real problem. I know you're supposed to love your family, but nowhere is it written that you have to live with them. I'm ready to stop concealing myself for their benefit.
I have various etceteras to natter on about later in the day-- I saw a bunch of movies this weekend and did round one of Christmas shopping. Meanwhile, I haven't really been online as of late, and with LJ sucking about delivering comments, if you've asked me something in the last week and I haven't replied, please shoot me an email.