“What’s the point in all this screaming/No one’s listening anyway” –Goo Goo Dolls, “Acoustic #3″
[Editor's Note: I have decided to revise this post in the interest of brevity, clarity, and privacy. Thanks for bearing with me as I continue to get the hang of bearing my soul to the world. 
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One of the joys of being at home is the time I get to spend with my mom.
Likewise, one of the frustrations of being at home is the time I “get” to spend with my mom.
I love my mom. I really do. I wouldn’t trade her for anything. (Not even for a Nintendo Wii or this Gibson guitar.) Yet, she is very much like me, especially in her stubbornness. (Or, rather, it’s the other way around.) And, this is has been a problem lately.
Stories in the news have started us debating. Quite savagely at times. Also, she’s not crazy about me going out on the occasional late-night visit to a friend. (Which, it’s only happened once, but it still brought a hefty bit of tension along with it.) I understand this to the point that I can, but I’m me. What can I say?
So, tonight it all came to a head. Words were thrown around, voices were raised, tempers flared and both of us were left feeling awful. Absolutely nothing got truly accomplished in our fighting. Personally, I felt defeated and spent. She probably didn’t feel much better.
I actually went to bed earlier at 8:30. I felt really down since I haven’t fought with my mom like that in probably years. I really cannot convey the sadness and anger and bitterness I felt. The picture displayed above is a fair representaion of how dark my soul seemed at that moment.
But, alas, it’s just one the problems associated with growing up. It doesn’t happen too much between us…okay, probably more often than I’m willing to admit. But when it happens, it happens.
They say it gets better.
*sigh* I’m still waiting for it.
