Date: 4/9/2018
By genevieve99
So my brother convinced me to go to my moms apartment. Her boyfriend gives us a list of things to clean; I got the kitchen. I was mostly throwing layers of trash away. At some point, I realized I hate my mother. I start feeling so angry as I go into my old room and find it occupied by her boyfriends sister and her ratty kids. It is overwhelmingly angry. I start tearing open the garbage and making a huge mess. Mom gets home and she is angry. I'm screaming at her. Later, they have a gathering with their friends and family. There were dozens of desserts. I was sitting on the couch next to this woman I never met. I was trying to make polite conversation. She recognizes me. She laughs and asks why I am talking to her. I leave the couch and beg my brother to take me home. Not before my mom screams at me to "go to my room". I tell her that I haven't had a room there in over a year. She tells me to go to my old room. I tell her that I'm over eighteen! That I'll just leave! And I did.