(Storytime) My fat mother assaults me at Walmart during a crisis... Hey fellow shitlords. So this weekend has been interesting so far. As you may have heard California has suffered serious wildfires for quite awhile, and my area was finally caught in the crossfire. My Friday basically consisted of getting groceries with my sister, getting home through REALLY bad traffic since the highway was closed off due to an accident, and then even more bad traffic due to an evacuation order since more fires started and were rather close to my neighborhood. They've been contained now but the hills by the neighborhood across from me are now scorched goal black, aside from the reddish orange residue from the fire extingusher stuff dropped by the planes. Anywho we finally caught up with my mom later and got to Walmart since the power was out now in our neighborhood, with people carrying flashlights and me my Kylo Ren lightsaber. So we went to go get some batteries and flashlights since things were so dark. Now my mom is...complicated. She isn't entirely bad but she has her problems. She has had a BAD romance history between her shitty turmoil of a marriage with my father(now her ex husband), her ex boyfriend who she once fought so bad they broke down of our downstairs doors so bad it was **in **pieces. Plus for as long as I can remember she has been overweight and has had diabetes for awhile which a quick Google search showed me that the fluctuating blood sugar levels can lead to mood swings and slugishness, important to note for what's ahead. Anywho we pull in and I park by the front. My mom is half asleep, and when she is in that state it is almost like she is drunk. When I tell her we are here, she then starts complaining of how we aren't parked right because she can't see(I parked normally with the car facing forward. I was tired and irritated by the circumstances and just wanted to get in, out and go home so I initially refused since she could simply turn her head and see we were there,  After a brief argument, my mom begins flinging water at me from a cup. When I try to knock it out of her hand, she loses her shit and starts hitting me, so hard that I end up covering my hands with my face. She yells about how I was ''hitting at her'' by knocking away the cup when she was the one who started getting physical. The scuffle left a scratch on my arm due to her long nails. My sister was in the back telling her to stop but my mom kept telling her to shut up. To my mom, it was okay to hit me like that(even though I'm 18 and have a part time job) because I'm her son, even though I'm sure at this point it's assault. She's one of those typical black parents that upholds corporal punishment, and even tries to control whether or not I swear(when I'm again 18 years old). In the past once she stepped on my back(not hard but still) when I was in middle school and had said something to upset her, and still has no problem throwing things like bottles at me if she's upset with me. In this incident I didn't fight back(even though I practice martial arts) as to not escalate but goddamn she went crazy. We ultimately did get the lights and batteries but the power came back on as we were setting them up. MY mom hasn't been apologetic about the incident.... TL;DR My overweight mother threw a damn temper tantrum, causing more stress and drama during a community wide crisis.