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I cried silently when my mother pulled everything off my bed while I was at work simply because I hadn't made it in the morning.
I cried because she told me it was still bootcamp here.
I cried because this was only three-and-a-half hours ago and I'm 25 and I still live here.
I cried because I have below-average credit and not enough income and a shitload of taxes to pay off and therefore can't get an apartment anywhere in this red town.
I will grow to resent her. I've already started. I shouldn't because I cry whenever I think about something bad happening to her but then I wonder if it's just because I've been conditioned to love her because she's family or if I just feel sorry for her.
Things go so well and then this.