My mom and I had yet another fight the other day, after I got home from an impromptu sleepover at Gab’s.
Mom said the usual stuff: that I was a horrible daughter, I was going too far, she was going to send me back to Marikina. And you know what? I think her last idea wasn’t a bad one.
Lately, the two of us have been fighting more than usual. I feel suffocated, she feels neglected; it’s not a healthy combination.
Which is why maybe, not living together for a while might do us good. You know, like how some couples “cool off”.