It was one of those days where it started off good, but then took a turn for the worse in just a moment. I was minding my own business and mopping the floor of our house, when I went to move the furniture back to its original place. As I moved the couch, the table that is always behind it was hit and started to fall onto the floor. I should add that on this table was a huge plant pot, so you can see why the day turned bad because, of course, the pot fell on the floor and smashed everywhere!
The next thing I know, my mom is asking me what the loud crash was and I stupidly told her to come down because I was in shock with what happened. When my mom came downstairs, she went mad at the mess the plant pot had caused. I didn’t know what to do so I just stood there until she started yelling at me to get her a plastic bag and start picking up some of the mud to put in a bag with the plant.
I then cut my finger on a small piece of broken plant pot and had to care for it. The blood wouldn’t stop pouring out, but according to my mom that was no excuse for not helping her pick up more pieces of plant pot. I tried, and failed to help since one hand had a bleeding finger, and the other was putting pressure on the bleeding finger.
My mom got louder and louder and started telling me how tired she was and how she was almost done cleaning, but then I had to make another mess. It was as if she thought I’d hit the table on purpose.
It was hard to stay calm but I was, until she started trying to hit me because I wasn’t making a big deal over the mess or the broken plant pot. I’m not the type of person that goes crazy when there’s a big mess. My mom, however, is the opposite and when there’s a mess she can’t just leave it for someone else to clean up, she has to do it and do it fast.
My mom started to get even more agitated and started taking it out on me as a punishment for making the mess in the first place. She kept trying to smack me, but I was quick and got away before her hand could land on my leg, but that didn’t stop her from trying again. As she was doing that, I kept telling her not to hit me because it wasn’t the right response to this situation, she, however, thought differently and kept telling me that it was necessary because I wasn’t cooperating with her.
At that, I ran out of the house, slamming the door behind me, and walked as far away from the house as I could get. I needed time to calm down and get all the tears I’d been holding back out. As I was crying, I called Isabella because I needed to talk to someone. I just couldn’t take being treated like this anymore! She understood and told me that I should go back to the house and clean up the mess, but to stay out of my mother’s way and not talk unless spoken to.
I did this and was happy to find that my mom was upstairs vacuuming. I cleaned up the rest of the mess, which was not a lot, until my mom came down to make the finishing touches. Once the cleaning was all done we shared a few words and she started coming towards me to give me a hug when I asked her if she was sorry for trying to hit me and shouting at me. The answer I got was not the one I wanted, as it was only said half heartedly, but I let it go and tried to carry on without getting in her way.
Even without there being any words spoken between one another, I felt like I was walking on eggshells with every step that I took, and all I wanted to do was pack a bag and run for it. I didn’t want to stay in the house for another minute! Everything that was said and done felt so fake to me that I couldn’t wait to walk my dog.
It felt good to get out of the house again and as I was walking I had my iPod playing. I’ve found that I prefer to just shuffle all of my songs instead of having a playlist with only a couple songs on it.
As I walked and listened to my iPod, a song came on that felt like it was written for me. It was called “Feel the Light” by Britt Nichole. It was so touching that I had to stop and just listen to the words and let them sink in.
I always have a playlist that I listen to when I’m upset. I find that music helps me calm down and get back to normal. When I’m angry I usually listen to We Are the In Crowd because their beats and lyrics go right through me and make the anger lift.
I believe that instead of confronting someone after having a spat with them, we should take a step back and settle down before continuing and trying to make peace. If you’re ever angry or upset, I suggest listening to music because it can help you feel better.