I (18M) used to have long hair, got it cut a year ago, and am starting to grow it again, in fact this morning it got to shoulder length. Needless to say, I value my hair more than some others. However, my mom would always say that she “wants to trim it” to clean up the “split ends” or whatever. In the past I would always be hesitant and refuse to have it trimmed because she would always trim it a tiny bit too short, but only enough to have me miffed.
Recently, however, I became more open to trimming, because I learned that trimming helps it grow longer, since I’ve been struggling with to grow it past the middle of my back.
Just today she wanted to trim it and I trusted her, repeat, trusted her to trim my hair and only trim it. Halfway through, I even said “I feel like you might be taking it off too much” and she said “no I’m not, it’s alright”. Well lo and fucking behold, after she was done, I went to look in the mirror and found she TOOK OFF HALF THE FUCKING VOLUME OF IT.
It didn’t even look the same as before! I stormed over to my mom and she explained that she wanted to trim and style it and “take the weight off my scalp”- woah woah woah… My mother didn’t say SHIT about styling or ANYTHING about this. She ONLY SAID SHE WANTED TO TRIM IT. She said she “didn’t mean to cut it short on purpose.” WELL THEN TELL MW YOU’RE GOING TO STYLE MY HAIR BEFORE I SAY YES! I started raising my voice and yelling, which I will say might have been the wrong reaction and I will take responsibility for that, but then she had the audacity to say“but I kinda like it.”

YOU LIKE IT???

IT’S MY HAIR.

NOT YOURS.

MY. FUCKING. HAIR.

I was that close to going supernova right then and there, and looking in the mirror, I had a theory that she probably DID do this on purpose.
See, I remember that whenever mom cut my hair or took me to the salon, she would always surf the internet for photos online of haircuts that she would ask me which one I would want so she can show the stylist, or do herself. I would always say no to almost all of them, but sometimes she would be kinda pushy with them, saying “I don’t know, this one might look good on you!” and all that jazz.

When I looked in that mirror, my hair looked exactly like one of those fucking photos.

I stormed off into my room and raged at bit, before confronting her again later and apologizing for yelling, but that I was still mad for what she did to my hair. She responded with “I already said sorry! What do you want me to do, kill myself?”. To that, I say, you don’t just go on with your day when someone knocks over and shatters the sculpture you spent months working on just because they said sowwy :(. I was tired at that point so I said “just warn me next time when you want to style my hair instead of trimming it like you said you would.” She then tried to guilt me by saying “Ohhh don’t worry, I don’t think I’ll ever think about trimming your hair again, since it made you react like that :((.”

I stormed off into my room again and haven’t come out since.

I will say again that the way I reacted by yelling was probably excessive and unnecessary, and I understand and will try not to do it again, but man… I can’t even look in the mirror anymore. It’s like looking at the remains of the model diorama you spent months working on, after your cat went berserk and tore the entire thing to shreds. Now I will have to wait weeks or even months to get back to where I was this morning, all because my mom broke my trust and showed her true colors to me in that she wanted to play dress up with my fucking hair.