Monday, February 06, 2006
Upset... then Happy
I hate it when my sis gets my mom angry... because I always get the receiving end of Mom's anger. When my sis and my mom get into a shouting match, my sis usually goes to her room and hide, ignoring my mom. My mom would then proceed to talk to herself, about how irresponsible/horrible/inconsiderate/selfish my sis is... then would soon say the same about me. She would then scold me and blame me... for what my sis did. How is that fair, I ask you? I usually keep it in, and listen as she scolds me for something I didn't do. Today was no different.
My sis had brought in the laundry, and it was all wet. My mom was mad because my sis didn't say anything, and the clothes would begin to smell. She started getting mad, and started scolding my sis (who was on the phone in her room). Then, soon enough, she started scolding me. Saying I was irresponsible, and that I treat her like a servant.. That I don't do any work around the house. I listened quietly while she continued blaming me. Then my mom went out to dry the wet laundry in the dryer in the garage. I went out to my dad who was in the garden, and told him that because of my sis, Mom's blaming me. Then I went back into the house and went into my room. My mom then yelled at me to take some stuff into my room, and I did. I went inside my room, and tried to read. Then I heard my mom knocked on my sis door, telling her she wanted to talk to her. Later, I heard them shouting at each other, again. I didn't feel like reading, so I lied on my bed, quietly crying to myself till I fell asleep.
An hour later, my mom knocked on my door, asking me about something. She didn't yell or scold me, and so I knew, the awkwardness had passed. But maybe it was because I slept, it seemed too sudden... this calmness after the storm. I went back to my room, and fell asleep again. Short while later, Dad knocked on my door. I opened, and he said, "Mom says she's sorry for blaming you... do you want some tea?"
Yes, this is what you would expect from a non-confrontational family. Two different things - one important, one not - in the same sentence. I came out of my room, no longer feeling odd or upset. Although Mom didn't apologise directly to me, at least she apologised. It wasn't something she'd do usually. In fact, it was the first time she apologised to me. I asked my dad, "So you talked to her?" I assumed it was because of that she realised she was wrongfully blaming me. But Dad said he didn't. In fact, he just acted like normal.
I was quite happy... not hyper-happy, or relieved-happy... but a sort of, how do you say, appreciative-happy.
To know that Mom apologised, without any hinting from Dad, was something of a pleasant surprise. Yes, it was an indirect apology, but it was an apology nonetheless. Like I said, we're a non-confrontational family. And so, I'm happy. Thank you, Mom.
My sis had brought in the laundry, and it was all wet. My mom was mad because my sis didn't say anything, and the clothes would begin to smell. She started getting mad, and started scolding my sis (who was on the phone in her room). Then, soon enough, she started scolding me. Saying I was irresponsible, and that I treat her like a servant.. That I don't do any work around the house. I listened quietly while she continued blaming me. Then my mom went out to dry the wet laundry in the dryer in the garage. I went out to my dad who was in the garden, and told him that because of my sis, Mom's blaming me. Then I went back into the house and went into my room. My mom then yelled at me to take some stuff into my room, and I did. I went inside my room, and tried to read. Then I heard my mom knocked on my sis door, telling her she wanted to talk to her. Later, I heard them shouting at each other, again. I didn't feel like reading, so I lied on my bed, quietly crying to myself till I fell asleep.
An hour later, my mom knocked on my door, asking me about something. She didn't yell or scold me, and so I knew, the awkwardness had passed. But maybe it was because I slept, it seemed too sudden... this calmness after the storm. I went back to my room, and fell asleep again. Short while later, Dad knocked on my door. I opened, and he said, "Mom says she's sorry for blaming you... do you want some tea?"
Yes, this is what you would expect from a non-confrontational family. Two different things - one important, one not - in the same sentence. I came out of my room, no longer feeling odd or upset. Although Mom didn't apologise directly to me, at least she apologised. It wasn't something she'd do usually. In fact, it was the first time she apologised to me. I asked my dad, "So you talked to her?" I assumed it was because of that she realised she was wrongfully blaming me. But Dad said he didn't. In fact, he just acted like normal.
I was quite happy... not hyper-happy, or relieved-happy... but a sort of, how do you say, appreciative-happy.
To know that Mom apologised, without any hinting from Dad, was something of a pleasant surprise. Yes, it was an indirect apology, but it was an apology nonetheless. Like I said, we're a non-confrontational family. And so, I'm happy. Thank you, Mom.
i know that i have loved you ... at 12:21 AM
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