Today, as some of you facebook stalkers know, is my brother's birthday. That kid loves seafood. And I'm talking the expensive kind, the kind you have have to crack open and get your hands messy to eat. We always end up at Red Lobster.
Today, for the first time ever, my mom was supposed to up pick my brother and I from my dad's house. Over the years it has just been agreed upon that my dad will drive twenty minutes to pick us up and back, and twenty minutes to drop us off and back. Completely unfair.
Today, she didn't.
Today, nearing 6:30, she sent a text to my brother saying she wouldn't, saying it was my dad's responsibility. It doesn't matter that it's the kid's birthday, or that she has all the time in the world compared to my dad who funds her lifestyle and has a busy life of his own. It doesn't matter to her that we won't come otherwise.
Today, I want to tell her, "if you want us, come and get us," just to see what she'll do. I want to make her hurt because I'm sick of hurting.
Today, we were supposed to go to Red Lobster with my mom. Instead, we're going to Red Lobster with my dad. Nothing says sweet sweet revenge like warm cheddar biscuits.
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