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My mom got a call from my school today saying that I missed "one or more classes" last week. She asked if I had been late to any of my classes and I said "Yea. Most likely." Then she told me about the message she got. She was accusing me of cutting class but in her own way. She doesn't like causing confrontation, especially with me, so she tries really hard to ask the right questions but she ends up not making any sense. I don't have patience for people who are going to accuse me of doing something and not even know how to spit the fucking words out their mouth. I was pissed when I found out what she was doing. I went off and told her that I wasn't absent to any class and I reminded her that I would have NO WHERE to go so there's no point in me ditching school. She gave up and went into the car.

On the way to school my mom got a call from the main office saying that there was a mistake and that none of the scantrons say that I wasn't in class. My mom was shocked but glad. She told the lady that her and I had gotten into a "huge argument" over it and the lady started laughing. My mom was confused and told her it wasn't funny then she started crying. She started telling the lady on the other line how it's "been a hard time for us." By that time I had thrown my seat belt off and almost broke the window. I opened the car door and jumped out before she had parked. I told her I loved her and left.

I wasn't so much upset that someone had hurt my mother's feelings but more that my mom wasn't emotionally stable to handle the situation. For the past two years I've been turned into my mom's advice help line. She'll call me if she's upset and needs support or just needs someone to tell her what to do. She depends on me for help when I can hardly help myself. She's so immature at times, it kills me.

I want to be a daughter. That's all.

moth‧er1  [muhth-er]
–nounsomething or someone that gives rise to or exercises protecting care over something else; origin or source.