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May. 21st, 2009
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Okay, you come home from going out to dinner, and you bring back what was left over in a bag that was clearly marked with your name on it. You think that anyone else in the house has the sense to not eat what's left in the bag, right? Or you think that anyone else in the house at least bothers to ask you if they can have your leftovers, right?
WRONG! Mom just decided to eat what I had left without even bothering to ask. I wake up this morning and see that the bag is empty. I ask Dad about it, and he said the bag was there with nothing in it. I ask Hunter, and he says the same thing. (Even though I'm suspicious....Hunter has been known to eat leftovers that people bring back from going out without asking.) Then Mom said she ate it. Her excuse? "There was a quarter of the sandwich in there and six fries! That's not going to fill you up!"
Yes, this is probably a really stupid thing to get pissed off over, but I am. Why? The bag was marked with MY NAME ON IT. She could have at least asked me if I would let her have the rest. Hell, at least Hunter has the decency to ask me if I'm going to finish up whatever leftovers I bring back home. (He just eats Mom's shit without asking. *heh*) And Mom knows how pissed off she gets when Hunter eats leftover food that she gets when she goes out with either Dad or Gramma.
What kills me is that she didn't even bother to apologize for it. She just gave me that crap excuse, "There was a quarter of a sandwich in there." BULLSHIT. She could've asked. The worst I could have told her was, "No, I'm saving it for my break at work." I don't care if there's "only a quarter of a sandwich and six fries" in there. I only have fifteen freaking minutes for a break at work. That's not a lot of time to eat. And she didn't even apologize.
What a way to start my damn day, lemme tell ya....
WRONG! Mom just decided to eat what I had left without even bothering to ask. I wake up this morning and see that the bag is empty. I ask Dad about it, and he said the bag was there with nothing in it. I ask Hunter, and he says the same thing. (Even though I'm suspicious....Hunter has been known to eat leftovers that people bring back from going out without asking.) Then Mom said she ate it. Her excuse? "There was a quarter of the sandwich in there and six fries! That's not going to fill you up!"
Yes, this is probably a really stupid thing to get pissed off over, but I am. Why? The bag was marked with MY NAME ON IT. She could have at least asked me if I would let her have the rest. Hell, at least Hunter has the decency to ask me if I'm going to finish up whatever leftovers I bring back home. (He just eats Mom's shit without asking. *heh*) And Mom knows how pissed off she gets when Hunter eats leftover food that she gets when she goes out with either Dad or Gramma.
What kills me is that she didn't even bother to apologize for it. She just gave me that crap excuse, "There was a quarter of a sandwich in there." BULLSHIT. She could've asked. The worst I could have told her was, "No, I'm saving it for my break at work." I don't care if there's "only a quarter of a sandwich and six fries" in there. I only have fifteen freaking minutes for a break at work. That's not a lot of time to eat. And she didn't even apologize.
What a way to start my damn day, lemme tell ya....
Update: (a few minutes ago)
I'm searching the fridge for something for lunch BECAUSE MOM ATE THE REST OF MY SANDWICH.
Mom tells me (in the rudest voice possible), "Your father's picking you up a sandwich."
I go to my room. I'm still pissed at her. I really don't want to talk to her.
She tells me that she did NOT appreciate my little outburst this morning.
I tell her she could have at least ASKED.
She says I don't appreciate when she makes me food before I go to work. (Which is very rarely, and I don't even ask.)
I tell her that's not the point, and that she should have at least ASKED.
She tells me it was only a quarter of a sandwich.
I tell that's STILL not the point. All she had to do was ASK. She could've pointed out when asking that it was only a quarter of a sandwich and I MIGHT have said yes, or I could've told her that I was saving it for work. Hell, the whole point of me saving it was because Kevin and I knew we were going to get the free slice of pie (Wednesday at Baker's Square) and I didn't want to make a pig of myself before I got my pie.
She tells me that I still don't appreciate it when she makes food for me before I go to work (like she did with the steak last week; why the hell is she making a big deal over this?!).
I tell her that yes I do, but I'm pissed off because SHE DIDN'T ASK. ALL SHE HAD TO DO WAS ASK FIRST. Hell, when I bring food home and Hunter wants to finish it off, he at least asks me first.
She points out yet again that "it was only a quarter of a sandwich, it wouldn't have filled you up."
I tell her that I only get fifteen minutes for my break. Which includes me going back to the breakroom to get into my locker to get money out of my purse, then going to the deli or wherever to get what I'm going to eat, then I have to go either wait in line to be rang up or go use the u-scans. This eats into my breaktime, which is why I was looking forward to taking something with me today.
She points out YET AGAIN that I do not appreciate when she makes me food. (And why the hell does she keep bringing this up? This has nothing to do with the fact that she ate food that wasn't hers!) She tells me that FINE. I don't have to eat the food SHE buys anymore. (Frankly, this is fine with me because I do all of my own damn grocery shopping and make the majority of my own food anyway, and don't really care for the food she buys because it's all stuff she likes anyway, but I don't tell her that.)
Dad and I were talking about it (since he witnessed that whole thing this morning), and he told me not to expect an apology from her. "Shit, we're nearing in on 30 years being married, and she ain't apologized to me for anything ever," he told me. What the hell?! Did Gramma Julie ever teach her anything about apologizing to others when you do something wrong? Or will Mom just chalk this up to "I HAVE MS! I HAVE BRAIN PROBLEMS!" like she does with everything else?
I just don't know.
I'm searching the fridge for something for lunch BECAUSE MOM ATE THE REST OF MY SANDWICH.
Mom tells me (in the rudest voice possible), "Your father's picking you up a sandwich."
I go to my room. I'm still pissed at her. I really don't want to talk to her.
She tells me that she did NOT appreciate my little outburst this morning.
I tell her she could have at least ASKED.
She says I don't appreciate when she makes me food before I go to work. (Which is very rarely, and I don't even ask.)
I tell her that's not the point, and that she should have at least ASKED.
She tells me it was only a quarter of a sandwich.
I tell that's STILL not the point. All she had to do was ASK. She could've pointed out when asking that it was only a quarter of a sandwich and I MIGHT have said yes, or I could've told her that I was saving it for work. Hell, the whole point of me saving it was because Kevin and I knew we were going to get the free slice of pie (Wednesday at Baker's Square) and I didn't want to make a pig of myself before I got my pie.
She tells me that I still don't appreciate it when she makes food for me before I go to work (like she did with the steak last week; why the hell is she making a big deal over this?!).
I tell her that yes I do, but I'm pissed off because SHE DIDN'T ASK. ALL SHE HAD TO DO WAS ASK FIRST. Hell, when I bring food home and Hunter wants to finish it off, he at least asks me first.
She points out yet again that "it was only a quarter of a sandwich, it wouldn't have filled you up."
I tell her that I only get fifteen minutes for my break. Which includes me going back to the breakroom to get into my locker to get money out of my purse, then going to the deli or wherever to get what I'm going to eat, then I have to go either wait in line to be rang up or go use the u-scans. This eats into my breaktime, which is why I was looking forward to taking something with me today.
She points out YET AGAIN that I do not appreciate when she makes me food. (And why the hell does she keep bringing this up? This has nothing to do with the fact that she ate food that wasn't hers!) She tells me that FINE. I don't have to eat the food SHE buys anymore. (Frankly, this is fine with me because I do all of my own damn grocery shopping and make the majority of my own food anyway, and don't really care for the food she buys because it's all stuff she likes anyway, but I don't tell her that.)
Dad and I were talking about it (since he witnessed that whole thing this morning), and he told me not to expect an apology from her. "Shit, we're nearing in on 30 years being married, and she ain't apologized to me for anything ever," he told me. What the hell?! Did Gramma Julie ever teach her anything about apologizing to others when you do something wrong? Or will Mom just chalk this up to "I HAVE MS! I HAVE BRAIN PROBLEMS!" like she does with everything else?
I just don't know.