For several months now a distant friend of my mother's, a man I shall refer to as Mr. Steven, has been living at our house after divorcing his only source of income. Now he has been a leech and a migrane to my mother. Attempting to pay for his room and meals he cleans up but always does it wrong; using Windex on everthing and thickening the air with Fabreeze. Quite often my mother has observed him taking bottles of wine into his room. He is almost always drunk.
When my father and I got to asserting that he needs to get a job and move out, my mother became upset and had a rather typical child's tantrum of slaming doors and not coming out of her room for several ours... and nearly throwing a bottle of sake at me (though I do wonder what constitutes as a proper way for an adult to express anger, for many have already demonstrated that guns are for kids). Either way, near serious injuries avoided, when Mr. Steven asked if he should leave I decided to be honest and answered "Yes, or get a job."
When he later informed my mother of my words she pulled me aside and said that I have to apologize because it was rude. I apologize to my mother that my father and I are like big bears that take on every problem by plowing straight into it until it finally gives. Besides, I believe that saying "I'm sorry" when you're really not is more insulting than whatever it was you did in the first place.
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