I am not the perfect daughter. I do not come close to being perfect when it comes to being a daughter. I snap when I shouldn't and I say things that are not particularly nice nor appropriate in the things I say to my mom. I love my mom, but she is difficult person to live with. She is ridiculously stubborn and anything that does not comply with her is wrong. She does not really consider other people's feelings, while her own feelings come primarily in her life and the way she views different situations. I could spend hours, days, or even months logically and emphatically explaining a situation in which she has done something wrong, and it would never get through to her as long as she firmly believes she is right. I wish I could have more patience when it comes to dealing with my mom, but she knows how to push all the right buttons and push me over the edge.
Today was one of those days. I said really horrible things to my mom in my anger. Albeit, she was wrong, but I wasn't right either. Therefore, I was being no better than she was. I grit my teeth after my venomous rant, and I apologized. Of course, she snapped at me and didn't accept my apology right away because she was angered by all that I had said. I didn't handle it very well and snapped back. But, I took one step forward this day. And that was I apologized. It was hard to say that I was sorry when I knew fully well that she was wrong, but I was sorry for the way I had spoken to her and yelled at her. I built up the courage to say I was sorry.
My dad is another character. He has a short fuse. When he comes home from work, the stress that has built up throughout the course of the day makes that fuse even shorter (or maybe even close to non-existent). He sometimes is not in the shape to take any crap from my mom. Today was one of those days. Let's just say that today was not a good day. My dad snapped, and when my dad snaps you don't know what's going to happen. It is upsetting when my parents fight. It's upsetting to me, especially when I am home by myself when my parents fight. My dad overreacts and my mom doesn't know how to back down. They fuel each others' fire and make matters worse.
We are a family of short fuses. When those fuses go off, things are not pretty. Home sweet home is no longer such. It's hard sometimes. Right now, it is hard. But tomorrow, it will be a better day.
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