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My mom still thinks she's the grownup in this relationship. Just because she goes to buy the fucking cat litter. That doesn't make you an adult. That doesn't mean me having to spend my entire life cleaning up your emotional shit and feeling unentitled to my own emotions didn't fuck me up royal.
And now she doesn't want me to take the cats if I move out because apparently I don't take good enough care of them. Oh, sorry, by "taking care" she means overfeeding them until Beana can't even fucking jump up on the counter anymore. But we've seen how her love destroys physical health already, haven't we. She can't give them medicine, she can't train them, she couldn't even be strong enough to be in the fucking room when we put Mulder down. Don't give me that crap. I take care of my cats just fucking fine. I don't feed them because she feeds them enough for a small army of cats.
AND THEY BOTH LIKE ME BETTER. So fuck you!
But fine, I won't take the cats. They make things difficult anyway. And Ado's too emotionally unstable to be left alone for two and a half days while I'm at work.
I absolutely can't wait (when and if I ever do get the gumption to move out) to see how much she struggles with living alone. I do the grocery shopping, I hold her fucking hand at the doctors, I help fund the household, I mop, vaccuum, do the dishes. But clearly she sees none of that.
And I thought we were doing so well.