I offically have classified my Mom as a "hater". If it's not her way, she'll find something negative to say.
While I've been contemplating a move to either California (where she thinks I should go) or back to Miami (where I'd rather go), she proceeds to tell me my friends are losers in Miami. She brings up my one friend that's an MMA fighter, but chooses to leave out all the successful ones.
Then, she dislikes my haircut when she sees it, and tells me I look "ugly" with it. I tell her not to worry about it, because I like it, and other people like it. She proceeds to tell me "those disgusting people in Boston that have no style like it" . I say girls like it, she says probably the girl with the lazy eye in my office likes it (who I barley talk to), and people lie to me.
Then, I'm headed down to Miami for business on Monday, but am going in early on Friday. She says "there's no reason for you to go in early". I say yes there is, I am going to hang out with my friends and go out. She says you're going to spend a bunch of money... yet everything is paid for. Just hating.