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>"if finances are so important why do we waste so much money living in this fucking McMansion?"
>I snap back
>"This place has two floors, an attic, a basement, five bedrooms two living rooms, a master bathroom, four smaller bathrooms, a pool, a jacuzzi-"
>I list off the house's accommodations
>"-and we don't even use a quarter of it! We never use the second floor except to store junk up there. And I haven't seen you use the pool and jacuzzi in forever!"
>I exclaim
>"how much money could we save if we sold this monstrosity and moved into an apartment so-"
>"We're not living in an apartment!"
>Mom suddenly snaps out, interrupting my rant
>I blink
>she's staring me down
>anger replacing the earlier shame she'd been feeling from having her own daughter get her ready for bed after she passed out from drinking
>i back off the topic a bit
>"Ok no apartments. But we could still save a lot if we moved to a smaller place"
>I argue
>"Amber's family has a single story house with three bedrooms. They're twice the size of our family and they still have plenty of room."
>I hear my mom scoff when I bring up the Mous'
>"Sera, honey, please don't compare yourselves to the Mous'. I know they're your friends but Amber's going to peak in some state college's sports program. That Greene kid is probably going to end up a mal-adjusted homeless recluse. And while I-"
>mom pauses for a moment and seems to struggle with what she says next
>"-respect their parent's career choices, they're not exactly going places."
>sometimes I'm too smart for my own good
>my brain came up with a killshot and fires it off before I could think about the ramification of doing so
>"Well at least Amber has a dad!"
>mom looks visibly stunned
>"I'd rather have one of those than live in a stupid giant empty house!"
>there's very few times I've seen my mom reach the point of what cynthia endearingly calls "trigout mode"
>but mom looks like she's getting real close
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>"if finances are so important why do we waste so much money living in this fucking McMansion?"
>I snap back
>"This place has two floors, an attic, a basement, five bedrooms two living rooms, a master bathroom, four smaller bathrooms, a pool, a jacuzzi-"
>I list off the house's accommodations
>"-and we don't even use a quarter of it! We never use the second floor except to store junk up there. And I haven't seen you use the pool and jacuzzi in forever!"
>I exclaim
>"how much money could we save if we sold this monstrosity and moved into an apartment so-"
>"We're not living in an apartment!"
>Mom suddenly snaps out, interrupting my rant
>I blink
>she's staring me down
>anger replacing the earlier shame she'd been feeling from having her own daughter get her ready for bed after she passed out from drinking
>i back off the topic a bit
>"Ok no apartments. But we could still save a lot if we moved to a smaller place"
>I argue
>"Amber's family has a single story house with three bedrooms. They're twice the size of our family and they still have plenty of room."
>I hear my mom scoff when I bring up the Mous'
>"Sera, honey, please don't compare yourselves to the Mous'. I know they're your friends but Amber's going to peak in some state college's sports program. That Greene kid is probably going to end up a mal-adjusted homeless recluse. And while I-"
>mom pauses for a moment and seems to struggle with what she says next
>"-respect their parent's career choices, they're not exactly going places."
>sometimes I'm too smart for my own good
>my brain came up with a killshot and fires it off before I could think about the ramification of doing so
>"Well at least Amber has a dad!"
>mom looks visibly stunned
>"I'd rather have one of those than live in a stupid giant empty house!"
>there's very few times I've seen my mom reach the point of what cynthia endearingly calls "trigout mode"
>but mom looks like she's getting real close
cont