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my mom walked into my room without knocking and told me "happy new year's eve". i immediately knew where this was going, because she never seems to ever be legitimately just kind for kindness's sake, she usually expects something in return, so i stayed silent. she then asked "do you have any resolutions for the next year?", to which i said "not really". i've historically never been able to follow through on any resolutions i've set for myself, so a year or two ago, i stopped bothering. my mom didn't take it very well. she got really mad out of nowhere, but i saw it coming. she told me something to effect of "your list of resolutions should be a mile long! you should be wanting to get a job, and a car, and a driver's license, and going back to school..." she rattled off pretty much every failure of my late teens so far, with literally no provocation from me. i'm somewhat used to it at this point, we've been getting into shouting matches at least once a month since i dropped out of college around 9 months ago, and she's really passive-aggressive...or sometimes outright furious about the fact that i can't drive, and therefore, can't work due to a lack of reliable means of transportation. sometimes, it's just really minor stuff that sets her off, like me accidentally getting into her leftovers or something while she's out, even though she's routinely gone for days at a time sometimes and will sometimes go weeks without shopping for food. she always manages to turn every conversation we have into how she's a victim of how apathetic and lazy i am. how i never do anything for her and how she tries oh, so hard as a single mother raising an ungrateful child for 19 years. every time i try to counter (she does lie and get stuff just wrong a lot of the time, for example, i'm the only one doing any housework because she's usually gone for days at a time), she throws an outright tantrum and starts crying, or screaming, or breaks stuff in the house, and starts threatening to throw me out and sell all my belongings. she'll then retreat to her room to smoke weed and chat on the phone for hours like a teenage girl. sometimes she'll just disappear for days at a time. rinse and repeat...
it's getting really hard to live like this, but i don't really know what to do about it.
my mom's side of the family is worthless at best, and at worst, they cape really hard for my mom. they'll routinely remind me of all of my shortcomings, some of which aren't even true since they're the same lies my mom tells everyone about me, but nobody listens. i never get the same charity or goodwill that anyone else in the family will get. my grandmother would routinely let my aunts and uncles stay with her when they needed it, but when i ask, i get told "no" by everyone except her. when i ask "why", the answers range from "well it's not your house" to "granny just wants to be alone" to "you're not one of her children". i guess i'm not important enough for them.
i cut my dad's side of the family off years ago, at my mom's suggestion (in hindsight i probably should've listened to my mom less. that can be my new year's resolution.). my dad was abusive towards her, and seemingly got really mad, really easily. i remember him getting mad at and sometimes beating some of the women he was around. he was never really abusive towards me, though, but still, there wasn't much value in keeping his side of the family around. they were always kind of a bad influence and there was never much stability, he seemed to be really into the whole gangster lifestyle so he was always moving around from place to place. it's kind of scummy of my mother for to now, suddenly, want me to reconnect with my dad's side of the family now that she's tired of me, she's not-so-subtly trying to wash her hands of me, but i'm getting past the point of caring.
sometimes i'm scared of my mother following through on her threats. i wouldn't really mind if she just disappeared, at that point i'm not sure if my extended family would have a choice when it came to taking me in, and as horrible as it might sound, i really wouldn't be super sad if she died, but there's also the possibility of her throwing me out of the house. what would i do with all of my stuff? i wouldn't be able to keep it anywhere and i can't just take it with me on the road. i shouldn't have to sell everything i own, and it probably wouldn't amount to much anyway. sometimes i'm scared of her just throwing all of my belongings away under my nose. i'll lock my door sometimes, but she'll just incessantly beat the door until i inevitably get tired of her and open it anyway, at which point she screams at me for wanting to keep my door locked. i've considered running away and even throwing myself off the nearest bridge more times than i'd like to admit, but that wouldn't really solve anything. my mom would still play victim and pretend that she didn't see it coming. or worse, lie about everything and pretend that i killed myself for some petty reason. i also don't think that should be necessary for me to get out of my situation. i don't think i've ever really made any mistakes or done anything wrong. i was born to a shitty deadbeat dad who left and left with a single hysterical victim-complex mother who's consistently bad with money, to the point where she currently has a cat and a weed addiction despite seemingly barely being able to pay rent. my family basically tells me to fuck off every time i try to ask them to help at all.
i get nervous whenever i leave my room. i'm scared that my mother is going to try and..."talk" to me. her smell makes me sick. the thought of sharing cups or mugs with her makes me sick (she keeps stealing my mugs for some reason, but i digress). i get angry having to tard-wrangle her pet cat. i start to panic every time i hear a door open or whenever she wakes up and i hear her alarm as she stomps around in the morning.
i'm going to try and contact my father. apparently he went to jail, did time, and fixed himself up. i'm hoping he'll let me stay with him, and maybe then i can get myself out of this situation. if that doesn't work, i don't know what i'll do.
...i'm sorry if this post is obnoxiously long. every time i talk about this, i either get ignored or called lazy, so i always feel like i have to add a ton of context.
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