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[ladyiapetus]

Dear Mother,

So I ate the last cinnamon roll that you were "saving" for my brother - SO WHAT?

First of all, how am I to know that you're saving it for him if no one fsking tells me? You didn't say anything about it before I had my breakfast, even though you had plenty of time in which to do it. Hell, there wasn't even a fsking note on the damn container.

Second, when you finally tell me that you were saving the last roll when I'm halfway finished with it, don't tell me to finish it when I go to dump the rest in the sink. Because it's kind of hard to finish your breakfast after your mother makes you feel guilty about eating someone else's breakfast even though no one told me that it was someone else's in the first damn place.

Thanks for getting my morning off to a really great start, Mom.

No love at this point in time,

Me.

Comments

[charliesmum.livejournal.com]

Sorry. I hate that sort of thing. Hugs.

[akino-ame.livejournal.com]

Yeesh. The Mother Guilt Trip. Never fun. You might as well have just dumped the roll--you couldn't eat it because of the Guilt Trip, he couldn't eat it because it was half done... Not like it would have made any difference in the end.

[ladyiapetus]

I did dump that thing. Looked her right in the eyes and dumped it into the stockpot that was soaking in the sink.

And of course the best part, the part that I was 95% sure was coming, was that when the brother finally did get up, he didn't want the damn cinnamon roll for breakfast anyway! He just wanted orange juice (okay, technically he was getting up at 12:30 PM).

So, Mom got all pissed off at me for nothing.