My mom's entire identity is build around suffering in kitchen. The more she suffers, the more she complains. And she fucking believes, that I should be proud of her suffering.
I will be fucking happy with bread and cold sausage. That is the amount of suffering I expect her to do for me. Maybe, then we could actually spend sime time together too.
But no........... noooooo...... She first wakes up hours early just to make some retarded breakfest, that is insanely time inefficient, and then gets angry, that I don't value her suffering.
And then, when I complain, there is always that one feminist in the comments trying to explain, that it is my fault, that she is suffering in a way that not only did I not choose, but I literally cannot stop my mom from doing.
And I mean, it's fucking constant. She won't even fucking let me make my own fucking tea this bitch. Instead, as soon as she sees me boiling water, she immediately jumps in to make sure, she knows what bag she can put into the cup, and so she can pour the water for me.
Why? It is more exhausting to tell you, then doing this shit myself.
@frost
No.... I have just one prison card, so I better use it at a politician at least..
@LukeAlmighty Wait until she goes senile and rape her
@LukeAlmighty Kill her