"Calm down Emm, it's just a dress" I try to calm myself down but it's not working
What have I done to my mom to make her want to torture me all in the name of a family dinner?
Who cares if I look like crap?
"All I have to do is to sit down and have dinner because it is important to my parents so why do I have to get dressed? " I lament
Why not look at it this way, we have had fewer and fewer family dinners since my father's heart attack that led to the spilling of secrets about one of us being the odd one out, then olives death just happened to join the live chat so why not dress up as my mom wants, plaster a fake smile on my face and attend the dinner
"I can always refuse to participate in any conversation and the dinner will go on smoothly so that I can return to my house and sulk
