Dear Nobody™,

My mother and I had a fight today, over how I presented a dessert. I was getting frustrated because she was so, so angry at me, like the whole world would collapse if I gave a badly presented dessert to our family friend. Why couldn't she have mentioned it kindly? I was the one who made the dessert. Sure, I now realise that it's bad practice to give something so recklessly put together, but it can be so easily rearranged. Why make such a big deal out of it? Is it my fault, getting angry? I don't even know anymore how it escalated, but it did. I was just acting the way she would when she was angry, dropping everything harshly, stomping her feet, a typical child learning from their typical parents. I know it's immature, but she does it, so why can't I? A significantly younger person than she is? She gets angry at this, then I talk back because I have my own pride and dignity. I never want to back down just because, so I never stopped talking. I mentioned that she does what I do because I learn from her, talking harshly and insensitively like her (but never using any swear words, that's not me). I ask her, 'you do it all the time so why can't I?' And she says, 'who am I to you? I'm your mother' as loudly as she can. Tried telling her how she's so loud the neighbors could hear us, but she said she didn't care. Okay. Her logic is that everything she does is automatically correct just because she's my mother. I think otherwise. And, a mother who implicitly claims that she's always right, proceeds to tell me to never call her mom again. Hurling insults at me, I guess to protect her pride and dignity too. Out there, I kept a calm facade, looking unaffected. She threatened to hit me to shut me up, even stood up from where she was towards me, raising her hands. I backed away, looking unfazed. Then she cried, telling me that she'll forever remember this, forever remember that I'm the only one who made her like this. Took a takeout paperbag with some stuff, maybe an empty box and tissues, and threw it at me. Maybe she broke down when she realised she couldn't control me. It hurt, of course, her harsh insults and proclamation that I can never call her mom anymore. It hurt. It still hurts. What mother says that? Just because it's not physical, means that it's okay? I don't know if my actions were valid, and if the way she acts is okay. I'm sure it isn't, but I know that the way I kept 'talking back' even after she was hurt wasn't too. I don't even know why me, her child, am the one processing this. Oh, she also threatened to tell on me to my grandparents, trying to get me scared and silent. So, eventually, I gathered my things. And now I locked myself up. Didn't get to eat dinner. Writing this. The dessert never getting delivered.