
She saw me holding my debit card as I was about to grab lunch for us and I put the card in my back pocket so l could PUT ON MY JACKET........ And she starts lecturing me about how I'm "not careful" and would “break the card” putting it in there. I wasn't gonna keep it there??? I was gonna put it in my wallet... AFTER I put on my jacket. It was in my back pocket for all of 5 fucking seconds...
This is literally me with my parents. I’ve lowered my contact with them since moving into university housing and it has genuinely done so much good for me mentally. It makes me sad to think of the relationship I could have with my parents, but then I remind myself it goes both ways and unfortunately my mom is a hypocritical bully who puts my brother and dad above me