Yeah so my mom found a bag of dutch guts and an empty gram bag in my dresser drawer while "looking for a belt". Whatever. I fessed up to smoking occasionally (haha) and I was basically asking for her to rip me cause I was pretty sure however much she yelled wouldn't affect me.

Instead she countered with the "I'm not mad, just really disappointed" card in a really ordinary somewhat concerned voice. I felt/still feel like a real asshole and I wish she had just ripped me instead.