I was already having a bad day today because my mom forced me to go to the library, where I received death glares from a white chad because I glanced over at the girl next to him. As I was walking to the table where I was going to sit, I tripped and fell. To the left of me were four foids, all smirking, and one was chuckling quietly. They didn't even ask if I was okay. As soon as I got home and went to my basement to use my PC and sat down, my mother started screaming at the top of her lungs, accusing me of stealing $300 from her. I told her I woke up at 1 PM and went directly to the library, and she knew that because she's the one who woke me up. Then she started calling me sick and disgusting, and she said she would call the police if I didn't give the money back to her. She also threatened to search the entire basement. After that, we proceeded to get into a screaming match, and I said I'll find it. I went up to her room, opened her nightstand, and guess what? The $300 was in the first drawer of her nightstand. I stormed downstairs to show her the money, but she didn't even say sorry. Instead, she tried to deflect the blame onto me, saying I must have had it in my pocket. I told her it was in the nightstand, and then I just went down to my basement to cool off. After 45 minutes, I went back upstairs to grab some Advil because I had a headache from the whole fiasco that just occurred. As soon as I got up there, my mom acted like nothing happened and she asked me what happened jfl and my parents wonder why i have anger issues.
