I was cleaning my room (which I had neglected so long that stuff on the floor was starting to learn our language), and mom came in and laughed at my cleaning efforts - and something to do with me crawling around the floor and sticking my butt in the air to get stuff under the furniture. I told her I'd have to stop and take a break after taking out the trash, as my back can only handle so much. She said no; she required sandwiches. I was denied a break, but she kept talking and following me around the house like a puppy as I put various things where they belong (i.e. not under the bed). After about 15 minutes of conversation and joking, I was done and ready for my break. Again, she told me no. I asked her why she can follow me around and stay walking and standing for so long, yet be unable to make peanut butter and jelly sammiches. She said she wore herself out by following me and talking. She said she'd have to lay down, and after some debate on whether I was starting a fight or not, she screamed that she'll starve to death and stormed into her room.
I brought her everything she needed to make her sandwiches, and left it with her.
She is soooo pissed. I'm sorry, but that that's funny. She can't stand to do anything for herself anymore. Some families have to kick out their drug-addicted kid or criminal element sibling to show some tough love. My family makes you make your own pb & j.
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