I came home today after having dinner with Natascha, Victor and Andrew, and my mom called me into her room. She said, "People think that now that you have a job, that things are better at home. They think that now that you make money, you support us." She had this smirk on her face while she was saying this. What she said put me in a bad mood, and I said, "What, do you expect me to do that now that people think that?" And she said, "No, that's your choice. They're just Korean, and that's just the Korean way of doing things." And I thought that was the end of that conversation.

Well, apparently not. She woke up about half an hour ago to tell me to leave the bed in my room. I told her that I would buy a futon for that room. She kept arguing that it would be too small if guests ever came, and how do I expect guests and my grandparents (if they ever come here) to sleep on a futon. That's when the argument started. She was saying stuff about how they don't understand why I'm moving out, especially to a place that's farther from work. She said that I'm wasting money, and if I understood even the slightest bit of what they're going through right now and how they feel, I would stay home and support them. And then she accused me of moving out to live with Andrew.

I don't understand her, I don't understand my parents, I hate being Korean.