I close my bedroom door and sit back down at my desk in silence. She yells at me to "shut the fuck up!" and "whatever!" I leave back upstairs without saying a word.īefore I enter my room she tries to argue more by yelling "Well who's going to clean this up then?!" I tell her I will do it later as I know she won't because she is acting childish as usual and I really don't want to deal with it. She gets upset that I have cornerd her in another argument. She says she knows it's my fault because I use the counter I calmly argue back that she uses that same counter just as much as I do so her reasoning for accusing me doesnt make any sense. She continues to accuse me of being the reason why there is whatever the hell liquid on the counter. Then she calls me, talks about something spilling and the leftover liquid it left behind on the counter, and asks me to come downstairs. I just haven't been able to find the motivation to lately. Submitted by Fluid-Daydreamer to MadeMeSmile Ģ022.02.26 17:35 BreadPancakes She drains me of everything Submitted by Big-Platypus-3417 to PokemonGoRaids Ģ022.02.26 17:35 Fluid-Daydreamer The thought was there.
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