Just Because You're Mad, Doesn't Mean I'm Wrong
"I'm done. I'm DONE with the bullshit, all of it," she yelled into the phone at me or to me, I'm not quite sure. I paused, thought logically, and said, "It's fine if you don't want to wear a mask, but who will take care of you when you're sick? Who will pay for your medical bills?" "Paint me brown or paint me black, I don't care! Then they'll get paid," her response struck me to the bone. How could someone I loved so much disappoint me in just ten irresponsibly arranged words? I heard myself calmly say, "Well, I'm going to have to let you go, I hope your day gets better because you sound very unkind and uneducated right now." "NOT UNEDUCATED," was the response I heard come through the receiver. "Maybe not uneducated..." I began before the crackle click heard only when using a landline. She hung up on me. I was a little frazzled, but mostly hurt and disappointed by hearing those words, and ge...