Thursday, 8th January 2004
I am SO MAD at mum right now! She can be SUCH a BITCH! I was happily watching Beauty and the Beast with Grace until she came in and started asking me about my day. I told her I just went on the net, then went over to Adrian’s house for a bit, and then I came home. I didn’t even get to finish telling her that I also gave Grace a bath and helped dad with dinner, when she started to have a full go at me.
“You see Adrian too much! Mrs Petrovich must be tired of you going over there all the time! Don’t go there tomorrow!”
I so do not! And, so what if she thinks I do? I’ve not nothing better to do these holidays. Like, what does she think we get up to? Drugs? Sex? Eww! Seriously, all we did today was talk about Home and Away and Neighbours (a way better TV show by the way) and listen to Britney Spears. Dad was working, Grace went to day care and mum started work at like midday, so she couldn’t take me anywhere anyway. I don’t get what her problem is. And I couldn’t be bothered fighting back because:
1) Grace was in the room. I didn’t want to set a bad example (believe it or not),
2) The best part of the movie was starting. Gotta love Prince Adam’s transformation! And,
3) There’s just no point arguing with her. Seriously, it’s like trying to reason with Grace. It goes no where.
I just tried my best to ignore her. She obviously took this as a sign I wasn’t listening, because then she grabbed the remote and turned off the TV. OMG! Everything would have been fine until she pushed that button. I stormed off and slammed my door. Like seriously, what was the point of turning off the TV?! I swear, she’s on a mission for control. Doesn’t she realise that not everyone thinks like her, let alone acts like her?! I think she’s really sleep deprived. Or completely nuts. I’m going to go with sleep deprived.
I heard a small knock at my bedroom door so I opened it to see Grace staring up at me.
OMG she looked so cute. So yeah… I let her in.
How could I not? She actually knocked. She usually just barges in. Plus, it wasn’t her fault that mum and I had an argument. For once. She climbed onto my bed and asked why I ran away.
I didn’t run away! Did I? No, I don’t think so. Hmm… well, maybe it looked like I did to Grace. But I didn’t. I was just totally making it clear I was not happy with mum.
I had to explain to her that sometimes it is better to walk away, than to say something that you can’t take back. That ‘if you don’t have anything nice to say, it is better to say nothing at all’. Obviously I didn’t say it like that, I had to dumb it down for her so that she, a 3 year old toddler, would be able to understand my point of view.
She got it. Eventually. Then she asked if she could do some drawing, so I gave her some paper and let her use my pencils. I normally don’t to that, but she was being good. And really cute. Damn her cuteness!
Dad came in after a bit and said that it was time for Grace to go to sleep. She didn’t want to leave, so I convinced her that she needed to sleep, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to use my ‘special pencils’ ever again. I have no idea why it worked, but she ran down the corridor to her room. Dad shook his head and followed her. I popped my head around the corner and saw her calling dad to hurry up. It was pretty funny. I shut the door and put on some music.
As much as I wanted to turn up the volume, I thought I should probably keep it low – just in case mum yelled at me again. Then I got really bored, so I decided to go on the net and log into MSN.
Cam was on! He started up a convo with me pretty much straight away. Talk about fast. Obvious much? He was a bit tired from work. I actually have no idea what he does for work. I should ask him next time he is online. I told him all about mum going off her rocker at me. He didn’t judge me or anything – he was really sympathetic. He said that his mum used to do that too.
Cameron and Lewis’s father left them when they were young, so his mum raised them both. He told me that he had a lot of responsibility growing up because he was the eldest, and technically, the man of the house. He also said that it’s not easy being a mother and told me some stories about when his mum struggled being a parent. I felt pretty bad after that.
I don’t come from a broken home. I mean, compared to him, my family is pretty normal. Dad has a 9 to 5 job, mum works too, I go to like a really good high school and both my sister and I have had a very solid upbringing. His family is a bit more dysfunctional, with Lewis always getting into trouble, and his mum having to work two jobs just to keep their house. I was really surprised that he told me all this stuff. It’s pretty deep. But I guess he thinks I’m mature enough to have a conversation like that… right?
Our chat was going really well… until mum came into the study. She told me to get off the internet because I’d been on for too long. OMG! It’s only been 4 hours! That is NOT long. And plus, it’s not as if she’s going to use the net. Seriously, she is on a mission to ruin my life! I ignored her again, but this time, she pulled the plug out from the wall!
OMG! WHO DOES THAT?!
I went off. I told her that she can’t do that – especially when I’m talking to people online.
That was strike 3.
She asked who I was talking to and I made the mistake of telling her I was talking to Cameron. She freaked. Like, totally freaked. She told me to stop talking to him and to their whole family. She wouldn’t tell me why, which annoyed me even more. Maybe she’s just worried that they will find out what she’s like behind closed doors. So really, it’s just fear. Her fear. Which is stupid. Cameron isn’t like that. He’s not going to tell his mum everything that he knows about my mum. And mum doesn’t realise that I have information on their family too. I tried to tell her, but she wouldn’t listen. Instead, she decided to punish me.
For a week.
And all for talking to a friend on the net! I don’t even have his mobile number to say sorry that our convo got cut short, let alone being banned! I called her a bitch and stormed off. I don’t care at the moment. This is like the worst thing that can happen. What is Cameron going to think?! What am I going to do at night for the next week? I am SO angry! I know that you’re not meant to go to sleep when you’re angry, but I seriously don’t know any other way to cool off. I think I’ve got to go against the grain and go to bed.
Tomorrow had better be good because today was so SHIT.