Repression
You decide its time to take control of the household. After all you're the fucking man of the house, and that bitch Mom of yours better realize that, besides the shift in power is in your favor with your sister on your firmly on your side now.
Your prepare your sister for the coming confrontation with Mom, she looks less than excited to do it, but you helped her a lot today and agrees it needs to be done.
When Mom comes home you immediately go on the offensive, totally catching her off guard. You do most of the fighting, your sister only piping up when you ask her to, you unleash a litany of cruel truths to your Mom. You mention how she's a lonely dried up over the hill woman who needs someone in her life because she's an unhappy person. So if she knows what's good for her she'll start treating you both with more respect. And that's just one of the things you say. Not that she isn't totally without ammo, but you feel actually energized by the battle. Like you're getting off on the conflict. Eventually you wear her down and she half-heartly gives in.
You know that your Mom is never going to be docile, but you've effectively changed the balance of power. You go to bed totally pleased by your vitory. Your confidence transformed into arrogance and finally into outright manipulative nastiness.
Another day arrives and you feel like Mom...
Your prepare your sister for the coming confrontation with Mom, she looks less than excited to do it, but you helped her a lot today and agrees it needs to be done.
When Mom comes home you immediately go on the offensive, totally catching her off guard. You do most of the fighting, your sister only piping up when you ask her to, you unleash a litany of cruel truths to your Mom. You mention how she's a lonely dried up over the hill woman who needs someone in her life because she's an unhappy person. So if she knows what's good for her she'll start treating you both with more respect. And that's just one of the things you say. Not that she isn't totally without ammo, but you feel actually energized by the battle. Like you're getting off on the conflict. Eventually you wear her down and she half-heartly gives in.
You know that your Mom is never going to be docile, but you've effectively changed the balance of power. You go to bed totally pleased by your vitory. Your confidence transformed into arrogance and finally into outright manipulative nastiness.
Another day arrives and you feel like Mom...
