I really can’t stand my mom. There was an incident a few years back where she screamed at me for an entire day because me and my siblings weren’t going to throw her a birthday party. She’s in her 50s and already said she didn’t want a party. This, along with others, caused me to attempt suicide 3 times in the span of a month. I told of this, and the next year, during another yelling session, she said that me not being over said incident was ‘petty.’ That’s a pretty evil thing for anyone to say, let alone someone as religious as her. Recently, she’s been screaming at me because I forget to do some chores. She’s going through some stuff with my grandpa and uncle, but that doesn’t give her an excuse to be a total psycho. I have 2 brothers that live with us, and she NEVER treats them like she does me. This afternoon, while she was picking me up from work, she asked if I could start her laundry. I agreed. For context, I had just walked 3+ miles, had to run into work unexpectedly (literally, I walk to work), and finished a 2-and-a-half-hour shift. I was tired. Because I wasn’t jumping for joy to help her out, she proceeded to scream at me for the rest of the day. She sort of apologized, only to get madder. During her entire spiel, I didn’t say a word. But even then, she found things to yell at me for. She also tends to have to gall to say, when I get understandably upset, ”oh, now I’m the bad guy.” That’s textbook abuse right there. She makes me want to slit my wrists. She’s been the direct cause of most of my suicide attempts and thoughts.

On a petty sidenote, after last week’s scream session (the cause of which being that I forgot to sweep. She blew up in my face and said ”you don’t know what it’s like to be your mom.”), I spit in her coffee. I’m going to spit in her creamer, her coffee maker, and her actual coffee now. It’s the least she deserves.