Frankie Markham (_markham) wrote in 20somethings, @ 2020-11-12 17:28:00 |
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Entry tags: | c: frank markham, d: 2026 11, Ω: rp |
RP: Why yes, I do have some unhealthy coping mechanisms
Who: Frank Markham, OPEN
What: (post) Dealing with parents
When: Thursday 12 November 2026
Where: The Leaky Cauldron
Warnings: Frank's parents aren't great, language
Completion Status:
Frank's phone had rung about five minutes after she arrived home from work. She had been tempted not to answer, to send it right to voicemail and call her mother back later. Unfortunately she had learned that was a tactic which just meant putting off the conversation and if she didn't speak to one of her parents once a week they tended to get increasingly insistent about their phone calls. Mostly from her Mum, but sometimes her Dad too.
She finished shrugging off her robes and picked up the phone, putting her mum on speakerphone so she could put on jeans and a shirt over her tank top. "Hi, Mum, I just got in, you're on speakerphone while I finish changing," she said. She listened as her mum started to catch her up on local gossip from home and her parents' life that she mostly didn't care about. At the same time she flicked through flannel shirt options, rejecting several that wouldn't go well with her currently dark teal hair.
Eventually the interrogation about her life commenced. By that time she was dressed and had the phone tucked between her ear and shoulder as she made herself some coffee and stood in front of the uninspiring content of her fridge and cupboards. She'd been planning on a simple enough dinner, but now she was craving something indulgent and comforting. It was a common reaction to phone calls with her mother in particular.
The conversation carried on for nearly half an hour, her coffee was drained and she was ready to scream. The waves of presumption and amount of pointed comments that had come her way were just so wearing. She groaned so she didn't scream.
Pub time. She gathered her leather jacket up with her money pouch and headed back out.
"Save me from overbearing parents," she muttered to herself as she reached the bar. She'd pulled the phone away from her ear to be able to get away with it as she pushed into the pub.
"Yeah, Mum I just got to the pub, I'm meeting someone for dinner...yes Mum. No... no...I. Yes that's very interesting," she said. She was trying to sound interested but her abilities were failing her as she wanted to revert to sarcasm and annoyance.
She made her way to the bar and locked eyes with the nearest likely looking person and mouthed 'Save me', trying to look pathetic enough to inspire some help.