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TIFU by calling my mom a bitch

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i’ve (16F) been falling behind with my school work lately and my parents have really been on my ass about it but especially my mom ever since my teacher called her about my overdue work. because i still have like 3 assignments that i have to do, today immediately after school she made me sit and stay at the dinner table until i was done working on my homework.

the issue with that is i had made plans for after school with my friends and stupidly didn’t think to ask for permission to go until the day of. of course when i asked her if i can go she said no and despite my begging it was still a no. i spent like 10 minutes trying to explain to her that i could just finish the rest of my work when i get home and i can still get it all done today but she was literally having none of it and was starting to raise her voice (out of annoyance i guess) which is something i really hate.

at that point i was feeling disappointed for having to cancel on my friends such short notice and annoyed because i couldn’t go even though i thought of a compromise. while she was leaving the room and when i assumed she was no longer in ear shot i called her bitch under my breath by mostly in a whisper, she didn’t come charging into the room or anything so i thought everything was fine and dandy.

fast forward a little bit to my dad coming home, everything was fine at first, my parents let me go from the table to my room to do my work because everyone was downstairs making noise and i was actually working on my stuff. so anyway, i’m doing my work when all of a sudden my dad comes into my room asking me how i’m doing and being all nice at first which is why i didn’t think anything of it, and then he starts asking me happened earlier.

i was genuinely super confused at first because i had forgotten about all that so i responded in a way that he interpreted as “playing dumb”. he told me not to play dumb and said that he had heard i called my mom something, this is when i was like ohh shit inside my head. verbally though, i just asked him what he’s talking about and he started going on about how i called her a bitch and i have no right to be talking about my mother like that and he’s gonna teach me how to be respectful and blah blah blah.

once i realized the extent of the situation i had gotten really defence and was obviously scared shitless, i started saying how she calls me a bitch all the time and i didn’t mean it and basically any excuse i can think of cuz my dad is scary when he’s mad and i just wanted to get out of it. he was hearing none of it and ended up beating me with his belt which i saw coming but still hurt like a bitch.

and to top it all off he made me apologize to my mom for calling her a bitch and she didn’t even accept the apology she just said like the next time i call her some shit like that she’ll fuck me up. super shitty day but at least i’ll remember to keep my mouth shut because arguing with my parents is like arguing with a brick wall

TL;DR - called my mom a bitch because she wouldn’t let me go out with my friends, dad fucked me up

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