My Grandmother went to the casino, so there were only three of us, and that usually means I set the table so that one's at the head of it, facing the TV. I refused to eat at the head anymore after My Fucking Father yelled at me for some shit. To me it's a symbol that there is no true head of the family.
Tonight, my mother did a nasty trick on me. When there's just the three of us eating, she takes the head of the table. But for some goddamn reason she took my spot, opposite My Fucking Father. I should've protested. Or I could've just moved to another spot on the table. But no, I decided to not make waves and just at the head of the table. And as soon as I sat down the berating -- from both my parents -- began. Why can't you find a girlfriend? Why can't you find a job? Why don't you go back to school? Who is this girl you're seeing tomorrow? Does she have a child? Why are you seeing a woman who has a child? She's divorced?! But the most ridiculous thing I heard over dinner was when My Fucking Father said the engine sounds old and that I shouldn't drive it as much now. I'm glad that one of things he didn't ask me was where I was going tomorrow to see my friend, otherwise I would have had to lie instead of saying I was driving 40 miles there and back.
I'm not going to be tricked by my mom again. Serves me right for sitting at the head of the table.
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