My mother marched into my room and leaned against the dresser with her arms crossed. I just looked at her. She wasn’t saying anything and neither was I.
“So tell me, what do you plan to do with yourself Phoebe?”
“Mom, you ask me this question at least once a week. My answer is still the same as it was before. I plan to get a good paying job and move out. Trust me; I don’t plan to live off of you guys for the rest of my life. As a matter of fact, I may have a new job soon; one that makes a decent amount of money.”
“You talk a good game, but no actions have been taking. How do you plan to make decent money without a degree or the experience? Nobody’s going to hire you without the skills or a degree Phoebe.”
I sat up on my bed to look her square in the eyes.
“Listen, just because I don’t have a degree or the experience for a job, does not mean I can’t obtain a good paying job mom. You act like I’m sitting on my ass doing nothing. I’m gonna show you better than I can tell you!”
“You better watch your damn mouth little girl! You will not curse me! I raised you better than that and you will respect me! Your brother is out at Duke making a name for himself and here you are kicked back on your bed like you don’t have a concern in the world. Next thing I know, your ass is gonna end up pregnant. I’m gonna tell you right now, me and your daddy aint about to take care of no damn baby.”