About the time my dad called me a drama queen.

So this may come as a shock to everyone that knows me, but my dad has (on more than one occasion) called me a drama queen. The time I can recall, I knew he meant it: (


Rewind to about 7 and a halfish years ago. It was a few weeks before I left on my study abroad adventure to Florence, Italy. I can recall this incident extremely well. Before, and up until I got pregnant, I had horrible insomnia. Getting tired enough to even fall asleep was ridiculous (this is a side note, it doesn't actually matter, just a bit of useless information for my 21 followers), but I was at the point in my night (3 am) that I had finally read myself into a place where I could possibly fall asleep. So I walked into the bathroom to brush my teeth (because I am responsible), when all of a sudden I felt something tickle the top of my right foot! The first thing that came to mind was that there was a mouse in the bathroom (not likely), so I tried to push it out of my mind. Well I couldn't, so I looked down on the ground ONLY TO SEE A BIG HUGE SPIDER!!!!!!!! If you place your thumbs and pointer fingers together to make a circle, that is how big it was (my dad just informed me to add in here that baby hands need not try this)! It was terrifying. So not wanting to wake the whole household up, I told myself to "buck up", that I was perfectly capable of killing this monster. So after I hyperventilated for a few minutes, I gathered up enough courage to walk over to the trash can where this monster spider had decided to pause at. My goal was to quickly pick up the trash can and then drop it back down on it, forcing all of his guts out. That's not what happened.

What happened was, this spider is an asshole and saw me coming. So in retaliation of what I had yet to do, took a running start and ACTUALLY JUMPED RIGHT AT MY LEG IN AN ATTEMPT TO PROBABLY FORCE POISONOUS VENOM INTO MY SHIN TO MAKE MY LEG TURN BALCK AND FALL OFF.

I was in such a state of shock that my knees actually locked up, so I stiff legged backwards, fell out of the door, slammed into the wall in the hall screaming. My mom jumped out of bed and ran out of her room, and frantically asked me if I was okay. I was still in shock and couldn't even form coherent sentances. My dad at this time came walking out of their bedroom, took one look at the carnage of my crumpled body in the hall and says, "You are such a drama queen." Then he walked back into his room.

I was crushed. At this point, I was still crying about the spider, but now I was crying even  harder because my dad had just informed me that I was a drama queen. It basically ruined my life. After a few minutes of more hyperventilating, my mom was able to drag me back into my bedroom. I was still sobbing, but at this point I am not quite sure if it was because the spider was still alive and plotting my murder, or that my dad had no faith in my mental state. Either way, it was a heavy burden.

I would like everyone to know that I have chosen to forgive my dad, and we continue to live in harmony. The end.