So last week I turned to into my drive way to close. It's a very small drive way and hard turn into you literally have to make a 90 degree angle turn. So I was out of it and tired and I came to close to poles on the side of the house and I broke the mirror a little on the edge.
As soon as I did this my mother went into a woe is me dilemna. My mother:
"I don't know what's going to happen now. How are we gonna get it fixed. How can I afford it. Its going to cost alot of money. I am going to have to sell everything I own and give up everything I own to pay for it."
Me: I try to calm her down. It will be okay. Well is it going to cost a million dollars.
My mother: "Well maybe. We're going to have to figure this one out."
I had PMS so I was already feeling bad and depressed and breaking the mirror made me feel more down and when I tried to stop her and her tragic melodrama trying to make me feel bad all of a sudden she screams.
GET OUT!!!! GET OUT OF THE CAR!!!! IM DRIVING!!!! I'M GOING TO PARK THE CAR!!! IF YOU CAN'T DRIVE THE CAR I'LL DRIVE THE CAR! GET OUT NOW! I'M PARKING THE CAR! BECAUSE YOU CAN'T DRIVE!!! YOU CAN'T PARK!!
Oh yes, almost forgot. I tried to stop her before she yelled saying I'll find a way to pay for it. It's going to be okay and nothing was good enough. She was getting on my nerves so I brought up how she hit the car last year while backing up and brushed the car on the side of the building and I never gave her this much hell for what she did. She said "That's different this is going to cost alot of money. It's not cheap."
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