Who cares? Not my mom

My mom doesn't care about me. You wanna know how I know, fine. Once I was getting ready to go out and I tripped at the top of the stairs and fell all the way down and landed on the tile floor. It was so painful. I lay on the ground crying for a long time. Finally I got up, and I couldn't really walk and my car was a stick so I needed both feet to drive. I was alone so I had no choice and I hopped out of the house on one foot and left. I ended up needing crutches for a week. When I got home that night I told my mom about it, and she said "yeah I know, I was here". WHAT. She was there and she didn't help me. She said "yeah I heard you crying so I knew you were okay." That is the sickest thing I've ever heard.

Reason 2
My mom and I just arrived at our hotel after a flight and I wanted to brush my teeth. So I asked her to pass me the toothpaste and she handed me one of the those travel toothpaste sized tubes. I grabbed it and put it on my toothbrush. I started to brush and I gagged. I looked at the tube and it was hydrocortisone. It was so gross and it was spread all over my teeth and I couldn't get it off (that cream has sticking power). I wanted to call the front desk and order a new toothbrush but mom was like come on we gotta go, gargle and you'll be fine. She totally did not care.

See my mom doesn't care about me. I told you.