So I'm back to living at home after having an awesome apartment by myself. And then I spent the summer working 65 hours a week between two jobs and breaking it up with a couple of trips to semi-close places. But now, here I am, sitting at home with a regular schedule and evenings off and it's been a week and I already want to kill my mother. I'm tired of being knit-picked at imposing on her whim's and having someone else tell me what to do and how to do it.
I have so many little things that have been driving me crazy. Now I will admit that many of them are small things that I should be able to let go of; but it's a LOT of small things, and eventually they all add up. Like the time I tried to make tacos and almost added chili powder to the meat. Suddenly, I was the worst cook ever and I was purposely trying to give my mom heartburn by adding something spicy to the mixture. *Chili powder is NOT spicy* And apparently adding gobs of spaghetti sauce to taco meat doesn't pose a problem. It just makes weird hybrid Italian tacos.
Also, leaving the TV on for the cat to watch while you do things elsewhere in the house... Seriously?
And then the constant "I worked SO hard today. It must be from all the cleaning I did with my stuff two days ago." Bitch please, you work three days a week for less than 20 hrs!
Today, when asked some random question about some potatoes while I was trying to hook up our new router and create a network (something that took a bit of my attention) I got yelled at for pointing out that I was busy. Perhaps I could've used nicer language than "I'm busy, and I don't really care." But I was busy and it's potatoes; not really a pressing issue. But then she's all "Why are you so cranky? You were fine ten minutes ago." Well, I wasn't as busy then... So then I tried to explain that sometimes I get cranky because I have PMDD and even though I know I'm being cranky and I know why I can't help it. Generally I try to leave everyone alone during those times, but for someone who comes into my space at while and complains about stupid bullshit, you're going to get some bitchiness in your direction. And of course anything I tried to explain got blown out of proportion until we were arguing about how clearly I'm unappreciative and rude, and I was getting frustrated because my mother didn't understand and I don't want to continue trying to explain to her something she just isn't getting. Why waste my energy?
And then it turns out that my mother just doesn't take me seriously ever and wants to tell me that if I'm so unhappy I should just move out and instead of being civil about something that isn't going to happen we can then sever all ties. Apparently, my mom thinks that if I move out she doesn't have to be a helpful mom anymore in any way, which sounds rational until you realize that even though I have covered my own expenses for years (cell phone, car insurance, car payment, rent, internet, school supplies through high school, clothes I actually need, groceries) if I move out permanently I shouldn't be allowed to stay on the family insurance and I should legally be declared independent and lose my health insurance and scholarships. Which, I must say, is a bit of a dick move. Really? If I move out you don't want to help me so I can succeed at all?!?
Obviously, if I want to leave so that we can both be happier and more tolerant of each other you should definitely do everything you can to fuck your daughter over.
And I don't want to leave yet because I don't want to be fucked over. SO why are you even mentioning it like it's a possibility. Gah!!!
**Sorry for the rantiness I just needed to get that out even though it makes me sound like an asshole teenager**
