A True Test Of Strength

K sad blog first:

As usual I am thankful she gave me life and such-with and so-forth.
So of course, being the Obsessive Compulsive mother as she is,
the minute she got home at approx. 2 in the afternoon, she
1. RIPPED open every closed garbage in the garage, mistakenly revealing the pizza boxes !
2. noticed the placement of cups in the cupboard were. Well. Misplaced.
3. noticed blankets were not folded the same way she folds them.
So naturally, BuStEd!

My story
"Larrie, Ellie & I went to Wyatt's house, meeting Blair there already. Everyone decided 'Hey, we wanna watch 4 Brothers.'" I said, "HEY ! I own it ! Let's go watch it there, but everybody out by 12 :) "
In an attempt to catch me changing my story and lying, she asked me about 5 times in the past 2 days what really happened. Seriously though? Like I know how to keep my story straight dear.

+Today has been magnificent! As "punishment", along with listening to the sound of her wonderfully screeching voice [ ='( fuck ] I had to
Mop the carpet twice
Scrub pool table twice, each time in a different direction
Disinfect every single pool ball. By Hand.
Clean enitre wooden floor

Are you wondering what the True Test Of Strength is?
She said if I ever wanted anything from her again ( like the car, ETC.) I have to sweet talk her for the rest. of. my. life. Now how am I supposed to do that without defending myself when she's saying something wrong. See for me, it's a natural mechanism that just like springs and explodes when she's talking shit to me. How am I supposed to control it, and just take what she says without REALLY taking it? This is going to be one of the hardest things in my life that I'll have to do. I know that may sound like an over-exagguration, and if YOU think it is, then you don't know what it's like over here AT ALL. If you don't. Thank you x 1 millie.

Ishaa.