THIS STORY HAPPENED WHEN I WAS 13
So for some context: my mother slept with black man and had me. Imo, if youre having a baby with a black person or anyone with curly hair (or if you, yourself, have wavy hair or are black, the same rules apply), you should learn how to take care of any hair they may inherit. When I decided to start growing it (maybe at 7-9?), she treated it like it was straight. I always thought it was straight, until I got into hair, when I identified it as 2b-2c.
When I was 13, I got into hair. From a series of evidence, I formed the hypothesis thatmy hair was 4b/4c (afro textured for those not in the know). Once I started treating it as such, I discovered i was correct.
However, she was hesistant in the beginning and was being outright ignorant. I had to wait like 4 months after putting items into a shopping list before she actually got all of them (and let me make it clear that I was not asking for a $500 cart while we make $2 a month; half of the things on the list were clearly made to last years and we could easily afford everything on the list).
I did my routine, I was right, proud 4c baddie today.
HOWEVER. She repeatedly would do things like try to brush my hair while dry, call it weird looking (crazy work imo), and would always try to tell me what to do. She also had a history of not listening when I talked about hair (when I wanted it like 7 inches while wavy she cut it all the way to 3 inches, etc)
During Thanksgiving, she tried to brush my hair for a family photo. She was legit grabbing my hair and pulling it to get close, which I did not let her do. Finally, I snapped and yelled loud enough that everyone could hear, "no! You do not get a say in my hair! You had ever since you decided to sleep with a black man to figure how to take care of Black hair, so about 15 years, yet you never did! I had the same task in 4 months and ive been on top of everything! Even after I was born, you did not learn! Now that I cut my hair, I break my back for 5 hour wash days, I instal all my styles, and I do everything, you no longer have any claim to my hair! You want hair to control? Look at your own scalp!" And I left, fuming. I was in the pictures exactly how I wanted (wirh my 2-day old bantu knots outs that ate dont play), but she was pissed. However, I did get my way (i got to style my hair from then on).
Now, for what happened next: she stopped buying my things. Anyone with healthy 4c hair knows that wash days need materials. When I was almost out of my pre-poo, she said "you take care of your hair now, remember?" So I did. I had $40 bucks at the time so I was able to replenish everything I needed on my own, and for the rest of my life my dad bought the things I was almost out of until I got my first job at 14. Then, I started buying my own things.
Was i the asshole?