Okay...it’s happening again. I’m constantly freaked out and angry whenever I’m home, because my mom won’t leave me be and is constantly yelling at me and punishing me when I don’t do anything wrong, or follows me out of the house when I’m gone for 10 minutes on the phone in the courtyard wanders out of her apartment…

I don’t think any drunk bus gropers are reading this but then again that one prominent male feminist/film critic got called out for sexually assaulting a woman so maybe. Yeah, never do that, men.

Lol my mom made the argument that the Kardashians and the way they dress are what causes rapists to exist

Hugs right back my sista

New living arrangement is markedly worse than the old one. When my abuser/tormentor was my boyfriend, I at least got a boyfriend and sex out of it on the good days. When the bully in my life is my mother, I’m just constantly mad and constantly reminded of my shitty childhood and constantly put down.

Commute is good for reading but it’s also a money suck — like I said, it eats up about 10 percent of my income right now, not even counting subway fare and cab rides home from the train station late at night (the city I live in doesn’t have Uber)

Yeah, I have my own room. It’s just like...one conversation w my mom puts me on edge for like the entire day. PTSD or something. I dunno. One time 5 years ago I was walking to a job interview and zoned out because I randomly got incredibly angry at my mom even though I hadn’t seen her in months and ended up getting…

Word. These are good suggestions. Thanks VV2 and all my Jezzies.

My dad died when I was really young, and my mom was emotionally and physically abusive. I can’t imagine him being alive and not doing anything to stop her or defend me though; that’s awful. My siblings did that for me so I feel lucky to have had them. My brother is just so mentally ill now that I can’t be around him…

Thank you. It sucks not having real parents sometimes. It never hit me before because I’ve never gone through anything this bad before and needed them.

Thanks. I try to do stuff like that it’s just harder at night. My crazy family stays up very late talking about their problems that they refuse to get help for.

I broke up with my boyfriend over a month ago and I still think about him all the time and wonder what he’s doing/whom he’s fucking. It was an abusive toxic relationship and we lived together so I had to move 1,000 miles back home. So now I live with my mother, whom I hate, because she’s an overbearing narcissist who…