Ugh…mothers, sometimes -.-
So far this summer, I’ve spent most of my nights and weekends at work and I’ve hated it. But this week, I wanted to switch things up a bit and actually hang out with some friends. Four times within the week, I’ve stayed out pretty late. My parents have never given me a curfew when I was younger and I’m almost 19 now, so I stayed out if I wanted to.
Apparently, my mom still thinks I’m the same child who rarely stayed out past midnight, so she’s been waiting up for me, even when I’ve told her not to. Can I just express how much I hate that? I understand why she has more concern now that two of those times staying out late this past week was with a guy, and I may have forgotten to let her know how late I planned on staying out, but I have never given her a reason not to trust me! I haven’t lied to her about my whereabouts or my company, and I’ve never done drugs or plan on doing them at all. She’s just comparing me to my older sisters and I cannot take it anymore.
She’s driving me mad!
I am so pissed at my mom right now.
I’m supposed to go visit my best friend at her college next weekend. I was so so so so SO excited to go. I told my mom over a month ago that I was planning to drive down (it’s only a 2.5 hour drive). Yes, she’s always said I wasn’t ready for a drive like that, but I don’t care. I miss my friend and I just want ONE weekend doing normal college student activities. And how will I ever be ready for “that kind of a drive” if I don’t ever get to practice?
Then when I told her I’m going anyway, she told me she already bought tickets to a Coffeehouse thing on Friday (the day I planned on leaving) that my high school band director organized as a fundraiser. I would totally go to the Coffeehouse if it was any other night, but I made these plans long before the Coffeehouse was announced.
Ugh, I’m just so mad that my mom always prevents me from being a normal 18 year old. Just one weekend. Two days. Is that too much to ask?