Documenting my journey through the mental health system

I just got in a terrible fight with my mother.

I was a dick, yes. I don’t even know where else to start. I hate her passive aggressive victim complex. I called her out on it, called her out on the way she talks about my house – my only accomplishment in life it feels like sometimes! – and called her out on the passive aggression, the things that happened in the past, the things that matter still because they influence right now and all this unresolved shit we can never seem to get past FUCKFUCKFUCK

“Maybe you should move out so I DON’T HAVE TO!” I yelled as I left, slamming the door a few words into whatever retort she was forming.

And I thought all kinds of thoughts. Buy her out. Buy her out and move her out. I will refinance. Get rid of her.

OMG what a terrible thing to think about your mother.

You can’t separate your intertwined assets that easy.

Everything is changing, you might not have a federal job in due time.

You have to go back.

FUCCCKKKKK

You idiot why do you try to make her see, make her change, she is 62 years old, stuck in her ways

I just want my house back

The “rental”

The “failure”

The only thing that gave me any pride, my own house, and it’s really cute besides.