Fuck.
My mother is 100% insane. I love her. Trust me I do. I love her to death, but she's a fuck-ton-of-crazy. I did nothing to her. I hadn't talked to her all day when I walked outside and found her on the ipad outside. She made a smart ass comment and so I went back inside. I could tell by the tone of her voice she was in a bad mood and so to avoid having it taken out on me like it usually is, I left. That wasn't good enough. She followed me in. Sometimes just reminding her I'm alive is all she needs to get pissed at me. She punched my door which scared me so I opened it. She started yelling about how I better never walk away from her again and how dare I lock my door! I responded with something smart ass because even though I'm scared of her I don't want her to think I am. All I need is for her to lay her hands on me which she is more than happy to do and then the argument is over because she gets scared. Anyway, that didn't happen this time. She cussed me out until she felt she had the last word and then left. She returned two minutes later screaming some more about how if she's crazy than I am too because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I came back with something else and she left soon again. She does this when Ben isn't around. Those rare moments when he leaves me for a little while. There are very few moments he leaves my side. When he does though, she knows and strikes. First she blamed her bad mood on my Dad, then on Hale crying, then on me.... I hadn't seen her ALL.DAY. I haven't bothered her, I cleaned up after myself.... I didn't do anything. I don't have to do anything. She loves taking her bad moods out on me. This is why I left at 18, again at 19, again at 21, and then lastly at 23 after having Hale. I never stay home long, she always reminds me why.