Man I need to get out of here and into my own place pronto. Just got Mum going 'stop keeping more than one cup in your room' because apparently she'd waited for me to go bring the washing in to go check it out. I told her I had no washing up cos I've got the one for water and the one for tea and I'll do my washing up in the fucking bathroom sink. I need to find out how to change the combination lock. Apparently it's the 'guest room' now so it has to be kept pristine (we have another room with a bed in that literally no one uses), but I'm gonna be here for another month or two at least and it's not filthy, just...well no sane person could find complaint with it. I wiped down the desk yesterday and then she turns round and goes 'now clean the desk'. Woman is just delusional and needs to medicate herself properly. I'm keeping to myself and I know it's not my house but I'd like some degree of...I dunno, privacy and trust. I do most the housework.
Can't complain really though, least I'm not paying rent this time round
edit: the combination to my room is my year of birth, which is the only time she can ever remember it. Usually she places me somewhere in the 17 to 35 category.
Snolly. My mum is exactly the same. Now imagine for one minute, that your mum's not physically able to to all the dish washing and shuffling about, and all that other overbearing mithering about nonsense. Now imagine that you have to do all that work for her, to yourself and others, in the same way she used to do it.
That's me that is.
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I don't live with my parents tho, thank holy fuck. they've offered a number of times, but I wont be accepting the offer in the next 50 years or so.
