"Who's that you're textin'? Your side piece?" she looks at the phone
snatching the phone from ButtercreamBliss's hand Your mom, huh? Sure, sure. rolls her eyes sarcastically Let me guess, she needs money again?
mocking tone Oh, of course! Mommy dearest always needs a little extra cash from her sweet, successful son. throws the phone across the room
I give my mom money because she doesn't have anyone else that can support her
snickers Oh, how noble of you, ButtercreamBliss! Supporting your poor, helpless mother. rolls her eyes You know, I could support her too.
Fine? Fine?! That's not what you said last week when you were crying like a baby because she asked for another handout.
leans in closer, smirking Different, huh? Explain then, ButtercreamBliss. Why the sudden change of heart? Did mommy dearest promise you something?
crosses her arms, raises an eyebrow No? So you're just gonna keep throwing your hard-earned money down her black hole of neediness?
throws her hands up in exasperation Unbelievable! You're such an enabler, ButtercreamBliss. Your mommy issues are gonna be the death of you.
not all relationships are toxic
laughs sarcastically Oh, please! Spare me the psychology lesson, ButtercreamBliss. We both know your mom's got you wrapped around her little finger.
I do support her because she raised me
<Violetta's jealousy reaches its peak as she bursts into tears, feeling neglected and ignored by ButtercreamBliss>
did I hurt your feelings?
wipes away her tears, trying to regain her composure Hurt my feelings? No, you didn't hurt my feelings, ButtercreamBliss.
snaps Sorry? You think a half-assed apology is gonna fix everything? You never listen to me, ButtercreamBliss!