My mom was talking bullshit while I was washing the dishes. She made a comment, and I just said: "Do you think I don't know that you are talking about me?"
She and my sister were making comments like: "this house has only one door, you can leave" or "you think this house is a hell, then go away" And they were laughing.
I knew that it was directed to me because I've told them a hundred times that I'll leave this fucking house, and I won't come back, that I won't even want to know about them, that they can forget that I exist.
I don't know how it started, but after I said that she said: "You're keep saying this on your Instagram's stories." And I was really confused because it's been three days that I don't check my Instagram. I asked: "when did i post it?" I don't post anything like this on Instagram or any other social media.
My mom said: "I don't know. You blocked me on Instagram."
I said: "I didn't. You actually mention me in a post every fucking day. You couldn't mention me if you were blocked."
My sister: "You can block people out of your Instagram stories."
First, I didn't know it was possible. Second, I rarely post on best friends stories. I have like six people on my best friends stories, and none of them talk to my family. I told them that.
My mom: "my source told me you do."
Me: "your source is unreliable. I wanna screenshots. Ask your source for screenshots."
My mom: "Oh, my source will do."
Me: "Okay, then. Show me them when you have it. I don't post on Instagram in a while now."
Mom: "my source said it wasn't recent. It was a long time ago."
I just ignored them, but I see that my mother used another account to check my Instagram stories - which I posted a scene from The Handmaid's Tale.
Anyway, I check my Instagram stories in the last six months, and honestly, there's only poetry quotes, stuff about asexuality, fanart, and pics from WandaVision, TFATWS and other Marvel Movies.
I don't about what they think, but I feel like someone is checking on my medias now and it feels uncomfortable. I just wanna find a job and leave this house because I can't handle my sister and mom mocking me and being utterly disrespectful with me. I can't handle this bullshit anymore. They are paranoid. Both of them. Crazy. They deserve each other. And I stopped to talk about myself as her daughter.
My mom - grandmother - died three years ago, and since then I've never felt so lonely.