up in the living room on that old green chair my mom keeps acting like it belongs in some museum. That thing been sitting there for years collecting dust. Nobody sits on it, nobody touches it, it’s basically decoration.
After she left I noticed a stain on the cushion. Look at the photo. It’s just a wet spot on the chair, nothing crazy, but my mom walks in and immediately starts screaming like I committed some crime. Talking about how I “ruined the only thing she had from grandma” and acting like the house just caught on fire.
So I tried to fix it. I grabbed some water and started pouring it on the spot trying to clean it off. Instead of helping it just spread and made the stain look even bigger, and now my mom is even more mad because the whole cushion looks soaked.
At that point I was already irritated from hearing her lecture for twenty minutes straight. I told her it’s literally a chair, not some sacred relic. If it can’t handle somebody actually sitting on it then maybe it shouldn’t be sitting in the living room.
I finally snapped, grabbed the chair, dragged it across the floor, and tossed the whole thing outside onto the lawn. If it’s that precious then it can sit out there where nobody touches it ever again. Apparently actually using a chair in this house is the worst crime a person can commit.
Everybody losing their mind over this damn chair and I still don’t see the big deal. I had a girl over the other night and yeah we hoo
