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I clenched my fist as I watched my mother destroy my property. This was it. Now it was payback time. Mom was going to learn who was boss around here. Not her, that’s for damn sure. Not anymore. Welcome to hell, mom…
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"Mom, have you seen my package?" I asked as I rummaged around the kitchen. Not seeing any mail left for me on the table I search the front porch and see that the UPS package wasn't there either.
Starting to worry something was up, I check the garage and see if they had dropped it off there.
It was early afternoon and the email said my package had clearly been delivered. But all the places they usually leave our packages came up empty.
"Hey, gotta question for you." I called out to her as I walked towards her bedroom.
There in front of me, I saw mom with my package, opened and examining what I had bought.
She had my bong laying on the bed, she had opened my mail and found and took my bong.
"What the hell?" I called out to her, angry and confused at what she was doing.
Scowling, she picked the bong up and gave me "that" look.
"You bought drug paraphernalia and brought it into the house!" She screamed.
READ MOREShe threw my bong on the bed and came up close to me, she looked like she wanted to strangle me.
"Excuse me, but you took my package out of the box and invaded my privacy!" I shouted. "Not only that, but we live in a weed legal state. Hell, our neighbors run a shop themselves." I added.
"Don't you think that's bad enough, I don't want my son dying to some kind of weed-heart attack." She exclaimed.
I was starting to get angry. She was pushing my buttons and being close minded. This wasn't going well and I could feel my rage rising, I knew that if I didn't do something, I'd snap.
"That's why for your own good, I'm saving you from yourself." She said and taking a hammer that she must have gotten from the garage smashed the bong shattering the bottom.
Now I was really seeing red, she had just destroyed my property, she had fucked with me, and all because of what she didn't like or understand.
Fuming, I rushed out of the room, part of me knowing what I wanted to do, the other half of me wondering if what I was cooking up was a good idea.
I stalked into my room, still seeing red and grabbed my handcuffs. Usually I save these for a good night with a fun loving lady friend, but this time, they needed to be used for punishment.
Mom came looking for me and found me in the hall. Perfect. I didn't have to go looking for her.
I grabbed her hair. "You're coming with me." I said my voice stern and stone cold.
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