We had finished our dinners and were just sitting there talking. I was sitting against Kevin in the corner of the booth because we didn't have much room to sit any other way. Our parents were talking... and my mom brought Kevin and me up as a topic. My mom started complaining about how she's always having to tell me to do my chores, and about how I never talk about anything other than to ask what's for dinner. My mom asked Kevin's parents if I ever talk to them. His mom was like "Well, we say hello and stuff." And my mom kept rambling about how she prefers to talk to her chickens because her chickens actually like her.
Yeah. Because that made me feel great.
I actually do care what Kevin's parents think of me. I really don't want my mom fucking up my relationship with them. It can be difficult enough sometimes, as it is. It's really hard to open up to them when half my life revolves around fighting with my parents, while they are friends with my parents. I don't really want to turn them against my parents either.
I know I don't get to talk to Kevin's parents as much as I should maybe. But I talk to them some. I will always answer them if they ask me about something, but they aren't overly inquisitive about my life. I went out of my way to tell them about the award I won at the film festival, doesn't that count for something? I try to make sure they know about important things that happen in my life. Usually Kevin is the one who tells them though, because I'm not always around their house.
But despite my efforts, I know I don't talk to his parents all that much. My mom can't keep her fucking mouth shut though, and pointing out the fact that I don't talk much will not exactly improve my relationship with Kevin's parents.
AND THEN. Oh my fucking god...
When we were about to leave the restaurant, my mom says "maybe you can do the dishes at Kevin's house," and everyone laughed. Because my mom is just so hilarious. Then when I got to Kevin's house so I could hang out for a bit, Kevin's dad points to the sink and is like "Well your mom said you could do the dishes here."
GOD.
FUCK.
I just...
I really did not appreciate it. It wasn't funny. Leave it to my mom to fuck up everything. Fucking bitch.
Kevin's house is like... my only escape from my own house at the moment. I don't have anywhere else to go. I don't need my mom teaching Kevin's parents how to treat me like a piece of garbage the way they do.