I don’t hate my mother, BUT.
I’m a vegetarian, right? We’re out shopping today and my mother notices Stove Top stuffing. She exclaims that the chicken flavor is cheaper at some other store. I say “Well, why don’t we get cornbread or traditional sage? She off-handedly says “Because I don’t like those flavors” and walks off. Now, I could have said something, but observe:
Later on in the shopping trip, we are buying cereal. She says we’ve gotten enough sugary cereal, and so I ask if we can get Multi-grain Cheerios with peanut butter. My mother says she thinks those will be gross. I start to point out that they’re not sugary and have protein, but she starts yelling about something I don’t even know.
Then she buys me this coffee stuff I don’t even really want because she has a coupon.
I just can’t wait to get out of here. On that note, I bought a whisk with a giraffe handle. Adult decisions.
