inquisition

Nearly every week my mom has a new term she uses to descibe me. I was lazy when I told her my plan for the website I was making for to get considered for a job interview. I was a drunk when she found me on the floor after a night of drinking. I was fat when she noticed I had put on a few pounds I had not had previously. I was retarded when I quit my old job so that I could start my new one the following Monday, even though I had not received a phone call telling me I had got it. She thought I would look stupid if I showed up to work and did not really have the job, but I knew I had it so I felt retarded for having to call to confirm.

Her latest thing was not a statement, but a question. She asked me if I was gay. I was kind of suprised at this. It all came about because I had said I thought that a friend of the family was gay for a long time but I had never voiced this observation to anyone. That came up because my sister pieced together information that he could have a boyfriend. They then managed to work together to turn the conversation away from him and direct it at me. Their excuse was that they don't like surprises. But they both sat there staring at me waiting for some sign that I was untruthful with my reply of 'No'. Just becasue I have not had a girlfriend in forever does not mean anything.