Withholding cunt

Whenever I see Mug Root Beer I remember when my cousin was over. Me and him were talking I was going to get something to drink. We had Mug Rootbeer. My mother in some attempt at pretending to be a parent and put on a show, was at the refrigerator when me and my cousin were there. My mother never poured me drinks or anything. Again, this was performative. I said I wanted root beer, she wouldn't let me have it. It was one of those moments where someone could so easily give you something or let you have it and doesn't just to be a withholding cunt. So, no root beer for me.

Another example. We were in the shitty van and were with people who actually got to get food while out and shit. They wanted McDonald's and got it. Mother (in another out of character moment) asked if I wanted anything. I said Dr. pepper. She replies in a county belittling way "you can have milk" which she knew I didn't like. Partly from her intentionally trying to nauseate me on the drink, always said weird shit about it. So, no Dr. pepper for me.

I fucking hate my mother.

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anonymous Relationships July 05, 2026 at 10:30 am 0 0