Moms Never Want to Listen

            “But mom, you don’t understand,” I said as I sat on a kitchen stool.

            “I think I do, Jen.”       

            “No, you don’t. You just jumped to conclusions like you always do.” I felt bad raising my voice, but it was like she wasn’t hearing me.

            “Do not talk to me like that. I’m just going by what I saw.”

            I sighed loudly, pulling on a string on my shirt. She just wasn’t getting it. There had to be a way to compromise with my thick-headed, stubborn mother. “Mom if you would just let me explain.”

            “There is nothing to explain. I saw what I saw.”

            “If you would give me just five minutes!” She raised her eyebrows, but said nothing. I took this as a chance to continue. “He came over to give me a binder I left at school. It was raining, so–”

            “That still does not explain why he was in your bedroom.”

            “If you would stop interrupting me and let me finish!”

            “Fine, go on,” she said, crossing her arms.

            “Thank you. So like I was saying, –”

            “Oh look at the time,” she said, not even looking at her watch, “I need to get to work, and you need to get to school. This discussion was over anyways.”

            “It was not!”

            “It was to me.”

            “Mom!” I yelled, but it was no use; she was already out the door. I grabbed my backpack and ran after her shouting, “What about tonight?”

            “Oh you are still grounded. What made you think I changed my mind?”

            I rolled my eyes in anger and said, “Why can’t I go? You don’t even know what happened!”

            “I do not care why he was in your room. All that matters is that he was there, and you were there with him doing who knows what.”

            “He was just helping me–”

            “It’s over Jen. You are not going to that party.”

            “Ugh.” I finally gave up and began to trudge my way to the bus stop. She never even let me explain that he was gay.

by happygigi123