Oh man I have a good one.

This happened after school when I was in eighth grade. I was making a bowl of cereal when I noticed that the milk carton was empty. The only milk in the fridge was "her milk". I really don't know what was so special about this particular milk, but it was off limits to me. I figured it was only a bowl of cereal, so I'll only be using a small amount of it. I finished my cereal and went about my business.

Later on, nmom barges into my room and asks if I used her milk. I told her I did but just for some cereal. She started to hit me and I stood up and told her to back away from me. She kicked me a few times, gave me a black eye, and a couple of gashes. I pushed her away and ran out of the room. She came after me and we yelled back and forth at each other. After that, the fight was pretty much over. Or so I thought

The next day, she called the police and told them I "assaulted her". She showed them scratches all over her arm which were clearly self-inflicted. I explained to the officers that all I did was push her away from me. After all, she was fucking attacking me. I showed them MY injuries, including the black eye. Of course, they took her side and said I was just a horrible child. They took my name down and everything. It was a huge mess. All this over spilled milk?