You say a few things back, but nothing too bad, you HAVE to live here and are too fearful of getting kicked out. Your Mom reads you the riot act and uses vulgar language that would shame a sailor. She verbally emasculates you to a degree that assures she's still in control of this house. All the feelings you had before fade. As quickly as gained your sense of "rebellion" your Mom has crushed it within a blink of an eye.

You go upstairs to bed, your spirit utterly crushed.

Another day arrives, and once again you feel nothing...