Criminal Minds-Personal Narrative

It had been about a month and a half since I had moved in with my boyfriend (at the time) Josh and his mother, Dawn. I moved in just a few days shy of my 18th birthday because I was now an adult and since I was adult I knew everything. God, didn’t even know how to do laundry… It was late November when I returned home from would, which was somewhere between 9:30 and 10 at night. When I walked in, Dawn was sitting in her brown La-Z-Boy, watching Criminal Minds. This was normal, as she didn’t have work that night (3rd shift) but what wasn’t normal is her complaints of back pain. She told me how intense they were and how nauseated they made her feel. She kept a trash can with a garbage bag in it close to her chair, and I assumed she wasn’t going to need it.

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She leaned back, which gave me a little relief. I looked at Josh, who didn't seem phased by what had happened. He just continued to watch the TV show, as if it was "no big deal". I guess to the average person, it was "no big deal"... but to me, I was two seconds away from flipping shit.
It wasn’t long before she vomited again and, when she did, it was louder. I assume the wrenching was louder because she had to work harder as expelling her stomach contents. After she had finished, I demanding that Josh hurry and change out the garbage bad so I could walk passed her. Reluctant to do so, he argued that it would be pointless to change out the bag because there was a good chance she would vomit again in the near future. I didn’t have to argue with him much longer before he sighed and followed my instructions.
Walking passed her quickly, I grabbed my coat and initiated Phase 1, which I wanted to initiate the first second I saw that trashcan sitting by her chair. I told Josh to stay with his mother while I ran out to the local Pak-A-Sak (gas station) to pick up some earplugs if they didn’t have earbuds. I would also use this time to relax and smoke a cigarette or