Damn
It's weird. Sometimes I forget that I still live here. With her. And all her bullshit. I love my parents so much and they do so much for me, but my mother has deep deep deep deep problems, poor woman. She hasn't come to terms with the fact that I'm not living with her anymore come September. She loves having control over me. It's the one thing she knows she can still have total control over, and she won't have it soon and it scares her. Poor woman. Fuckin women.