rant about my mom under the cut, sorry
she doesnt even talk to me about anything when she comes into my room
she just walks in (not to mention that she gets mad at me when i walk into her room without knocking, because "im your mother its diffferent") and starts yelling at me about some random thing. the first thing i get in the morning when i go out to get breakfast is "you better have cleaned your room, i also have to bring you to work" and then she goes on and on about how i need to call in sick for work even though i already went in and told them i cant come in this weekend because i will be in sacramento but then she was like "no, you freaked out and left before you could go back and tell her blah blah blah" when in reality i had a literal panic attack because i was afraid of talking to them
i asked her "and is that my fault i had a panic attack?"
"YES!!! IT IS!!! STOP MAKING YOURSELF OUT TO BE THE 'VICTIM' ALL THE TIME!!!"
i cant fucking do this anymore
she would tell me that "i used to have anxiety when i was a kid. i got over it." but then says that its my fault when i have it
she doesnt fucking understand that she is half of the reasons for my anxiety and depression
she'll also guilt trip me for things that she should be doing anyway. "you should be grateful that i feed you." like what the fuck. were you considering not feeding me?? taking care of youR FUCKING CHILD IS NOT SOMETHING I SHOULD BE GRATEFUL FOR. YOU SHOULD BE DOING THAT TO BEGIN WITH.