I thought I got over irrationally hating my mother (well, not always irrationally) back in high school. I was so proud, I’d managed to graduate to not being super pissed off every single f****** time we interacted, and instead was mostly indifferent, and even occasionally fond!
Turns out, it was just the fact that I got to move out and only had to see her over the summer and maybe six times over the rest of the year.
Now I’m stuck living at home again because money, or rather, lack of.
Turns out I still kinda f****** hate her, and could happily live the rest of my life without ever seeing her again.
(I’d miss the rest of my family though)