So Sunday I worked for a majority of the day. I left my house early for work because I didn’t feel like taking the risk of seeing my mother– she’s been especially pissy lately. I’m not sure why, but it seems to have to do with the loss of control she has over me since getting my license. Anyhoo, I left for work about an hour earlier than I normally would and sat at the McDonald’s on the way to my work. I sat there for about an hour or so, drank some iced-coffee (was quite terrible, actually; way too much cream), ate a fruit and yogurt parfait (not bad, once you get past how un-fresh the fruit probably is), and read The Fountainhead.  She called me a few times to holler about me about god-knows-what. I asked her if I could stay at my Aunt’s house that night. She said she’d think about it

After getting out of work, I called her and asked if I could go. She said that I could, but that I needed to drive home first and then she would drive me there. I asked why, as it would be a huge waste of gas money, and a major inconvenience to my Aunt. (The original plan had been that I would drive to my Aunt’s house, stay the night and then drive myself to work from my Aunt’s house. My Aunt lives 32.8 miles away from us -one way- according to google maps. My Aunt also works at the local hospital and would have no way to get me to work the next day.)

My cousin was going to have dinner at her boyfriend’s house that night after he got out of work. Her boyfriend lives about 5 minutes or so away from my boyfriend. When I called my Aunt to see if I could stay at her house, we figured that I could hang out at my boyfriend’s for a bit, and then when she drove over to pick up my cousin, she’d swing by my boyfriend’s and I could follow her to their house. See, mom, no nighttime driving alone in the city in which I was raised.

After explaining all of this to my mom, she hung up on me not once, not twice, ladies and gentleman, but four times. Four times after yelling and screaming and carrying on at me, she hung up on me. The fourth time she did so, I got incredibly frustrated and said screw it and drove to my boyfriend’s house.

I called her when I got there, I called her when I left, I called her when I got to my Aunt’s house. She knew exactly where I was at all times.

She told me that I had to come home after work on Monday night. I did just that and God, what a mistake that was.