I've hit the threshold of fuming...

I don't think I've ever 'really' fumed for this long before. My heartrate's up, I swear I can feel the heat escaping the top of my head. I have never, ever been so frustrated with my mother before.

I brought out the school's camera when we were watching TV, to just get used to using it. She sees it and says, "What's that?" I tell her it's the school's, I'm taking it to Grande Prairie to take pictures of the tournament. She said without hesitation something along the lines of, "You have to give it to your coach, you'll just lose it." ...

Ouch.

Give me some GODDAMN CREDIT, Mom! I *KNOW* the camera is not mine, I *KNOW* what will happen if I lose it. I *KNOW* and take *RESPONSIBILITY* for whatever happens if I do.

We let it drop.

Then a short time later, when she was reminding me to grab my waterbottle, she asks me where my other waterbottle is. Now, I've only had one Nalgene narrow-mouthed waterbottle for sometime now, but waaay back, maybe 3 years ago, I had a wide-mouth Nalgene waterbottle that I loved and cherished, but it was unfortunately lost in the NWT's huge yearly soccer tourney. Trust me, I searched and searched until they had to hunt me down to put me on the damn plane home, I could *not* find my bottle. For a short while, I felt like I lost a puppy. But in retrospect, I always thought it was getting worn out anyway and my mom was okay with it.

Apparently not.

She brought it up it's AWOL status, I feel, out of nowhere, and continue to roast me with every single thing I've lost...ever(Thermos's, other waterbottles(?!), sweaters(?!), etc) I'm not surprised she chose to choose the 'Reach back into the past' strategy, that's all she ever does with me.

*fumes in reminiscence*

Why can't she give me a chance? I'm tired of always having to prove myself to her ALL. THE. TIME. She can't cut me a break...I know she loves me no matter what, but why can't she cut me a fucking break?