Spotlights being Flooded in Darkness

OH I want to bite my mother-fucking family in the ASS.

My mother and I went to pick up my brother from the airport. She had been driving all day so I decided to drive – also, I know she has trouble seeing at night, and she had a glass of wine – and truth be told, I did not get my tolerance from her.

I asked her to watch the signs for me because One – I am driving the Beamer and Two – I don’t know where the hell I am going. The day I remember the way to the airport will be a miracle not only for me, but everyone who has to deal with me on the road.

Anyways, she can be so sweet sometimes, she chatted the whole way while all I was trying to do was hold my tears – why? Why did I want to cry? I don’t fucking know, but that most definitely did not help the whole driving an expensive vehicle late at night thing.

We circle and circle until we can finally pick up my brother – go figure, day before Thanksgiving – apparently ALL Houstonians decide to fly in the night before. I’m so excited to be reunited with my family – talking and chatting – missing the exit. UGH. So my mom and brother tell me to take the other one.

Long Story Short – we all got Lost. Automatically, my mom calls her young lover for directions, while stealing the spotlight from her son who for only a moment had the chance to be the man of the family.

She steals his spotlight.
He is in the dark pretending he can see.
I am trying not to cry – again. God Ajna.
Then we FIGHT. Fight. FIGHT. Fight. FIGHT. Fight.

Result: Spotlight Stealer and Darkness Boy decided to blame the whole fiasco on Water Works.

Result of Result: Water Works goes full throttle. Eyes, nose, mouth - all three.
Tears, Snot, and FUCK YOU.

My mother asked me if I am manic-depressant.

Why yes Mother, I am.