Just when I think I can finally be close to my mom, she freaks out on me. She and my dad are systematically killing themselves....she's not controlling her diabetes and has decided to give up and go to insulin and my dad is smoking again. Nevermind that I can't tell her what to do...yet she tells me what do to every single day. Couple that with the fat insults, and well, my night sucked.
I hate this house somedays. I can't wait to move.
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