Rage, rage, rage, rage. Every word that comes out of her mouth makes my blood boil.
She doesn't realize it takes my all to not snap right back.
I'm not an inherently nice person. It takes me all I can do to keep myself from destroying things, or attacking. I force myself to stay polite! I FORCE myself to not retaliate. She doesn't understand that all I want to do is dish it out just as well as she serves it.
I realize I'm not thin.
I realize I'm not pretty.
Doesn't mean you get to call me ugly to my face.
Doesn't mean you get to call me a "F*cking Stupid Fat@$$ B@$t@rd".
I'm the only one in this family who's ever gone to college, oh dear mother of mine. I'm the only one whom ever put their mind to their career and pursued their dreams.
Hell, I got on the Dean's List. What's that say about Smarts? HUH?
I do my best to keep myself from raging.
Still silent. Still have yet to lash out. Breath in. Out. In. Out. Not working.
Still angry. Ragging me all damn day.
By the way, you're bigger around the middle than I am. Hypocrite.