Went to bed eventually at 3 a. Wahoo. -.-' Woke up at 7 from incessent, non stop loud talking. Sounded agressive too.
Tried to fall back asleep, nope, wouldn't happen.
Both voices got louder ocassionally. Mom would yell, Gramma would yell back, Mom'd talk back, Gramma'd talk back, Mom'd raise her voice steadily, so would Gramma, yell, yell, talk, talk, raising of the voice, etc. etc.
I couldn't exactly make out what they were saying, don't think I wanted to. Each time they ended their sentences though, they clipped the last word, accented it rather.
This lasted about an hour. Yes, an hour. Non-stop. Hour of arguing non-stop.
I heard Gramma pass by my door to her room yelling, "I didn't call her a bitch or a whore!"
Mom: "She wouldn't make it up!"
*Door slam*
Minutes later after the uncomfortable silence I tried to fall back asleep but Mom came in.
Barely awake I opened my eyes and looked up at her and so she started talking on how her n'Gramma got into a fight ( Obviously ) and she'd say she was going to move back to Maryland with her best friend/my "Gramma Phyl" or she'd take all her pills at once and just die. Or she'd yell that she's being shipped off.
Two fucking days.
Just two.
She's going to AZ to get a liscence to say she's a resident to get better savings on her prescription pills.
It'd help us all with our current, horrible, money problems. And she doesn't care.
Two days! That's all!
Anyway.
As Mom was talking it was hitting me like jagged glass. I wanted to cry. They all ways fight and at this point, I'm rather fed up with it and probably can't take anymore.
But then again when I try to speak up about it, I'm growled at and seen, not heard.
Mom fell asleep and I got up and got online early. Really early. ^^' At least it gets my mind off this damn thing called 'Reality'
But I felt like I had to write something about it. o.< I'm almost full up on keeping things in.
Hopefully this coming afternoon and night will be better.
Ja.