I swear my mum’s menopausing.

She’s been badgering me to clean up my room and I’ve been telling her I’ll do it once I clear out my cupboard. Tbh, I don’t have any plans of doing either because:

1. I’m too fugging lazy

2. I have an intention to move out once I successfully ballot for a house

3. It’s easier to find things in the room this way cos I know where to find which item under what mess

She suddenly decides to clean the whole house (grudgingly). She storms through the rooms and throws incessant naggings at my dad and I. It was enough to drive my dad out of the house as he wasted no time in putting on a shirt and zoning out of the instance.

I had my foot run over by the vacuum cleaner in mum’s fury and had to listen to her throw the furniture around and slamming doors. She chased me out of the room so she could clean the floor so I took the opportunity to read the newspapers outside in the living room. I just tolerated whatever she vented at me and pretended I was deaf.

I went back into the room to discover the CPU switched off and she was yelling in the background for me to get out as she was not done mopping. I casually asked her if she had pulled any plugs in the process of cleaning and that was when she angrily shrieked at me, vehemently denying it. I snapped.

Knowing her, she had deliberately switched off the CPU to try to make her point across that I was spending too much time on it. The rest of the electrical appliances were still running just as I had left them.

B.A.N.K.A.I

I screamed bloody murder and slammed the door shut. I will move out. I want to and she wants me to cos she asks me about it every other day. And I will not miss a thing about this place because it has never once felt like home to me. We are nothing but strangers living under the same roof.