Me and my mum get on quite well. She's easy to talk to and we have the same taste in a lot of things. We have a laugh. I'm glad she's a young mum - I don't just mean that in years; I'm glad she's young in her behaviour. She lets me have girls stay over. But I think she wants to meet them. And she asks my sister for gossip.
I used to give her fashion tips, but not so much now as when I was younger and she'd drag me round the shops. She buys something and asks if she should take it back. I will tell her my view, but she'll just carry on questioning: "Are you sure? Do I look fat in it?" And then I'll just say "Yeah, you look fat" because it shuts her up, even though she knows I'm not being serious.
When we have an argument it can be frustrating that she doesn't listen. She's a bit: "I'm the adult, listen to me." That kills me. So I just flip and start going crazy. Then I do act like a child. I scream and swear a bit, and maybe go up to my room and make loud "grrrr" noises. I'd rather, if we argued, that she heard my point, even if she still won. She doesn't understand that if my friends can only come round at a certain time, then I can do an hour of homework before they arrive and an hour afterward. She'll say: "No, no: two hours now." She doesn't let me schedule my own time, it's always down to her when I do things.
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