The next day, I was riding with his mom in the car, staring out the passenger window in silence. His mom brought up the events from the previous day by saying, “Chris said you were burning yourself, so he had to ‘get your attention?’” I just turned to her and glared. I realized that this coward of a woman would never see her son for the scum that he was. She would never take him to task for his behavior. She had failed him by never seeing who he truly was, and she would continue to fail him by not standing up to him after he admitted to trying to burn the house down. She would always find a way to excuse his cruelty.
The relationship I had with this man, “Chris,” was tumultuous. I was in my early twenties and stupid for sticking around with him. He had a temper, and I had low self-esteem. He would start fights over stupid things, like the time he wanted mashed potatoes for dinner. He liked potato flakes, I like mashed potatoes from fresh potatoes. I was willing to prepare both for our meal that evening, but the fact that I wouldn’t eat potato flakes set him off.
This time his need for a fight escalated to beyond insanity. He kept pushing me to my emotional and psychological limits. I could feel I was close to “breaking,” which scared me because I didn’t know what it would be like to lose control of myself. I knew it wouldn’t make the situation better at all. I don’t remember what happened to escalate it to the point that I felt like my grasp on my self-control was slipping, but I remember the “oh sh-“ feeling.
I lost ALL respect for her the moment she asked me that question. Well for me it was a sunday which is my mums cooking day so some uncle cameby I greated him and showed my respect and went to my room when I got out he was there and he was saying you have such a daughter who can’t even cook or help her mother out wit the things in the house she is just there being in her room when her mother is cooking, does she even know how to I looked at him walked away and went back to my room I was so irritated at the time.