My Life Story- the Reality to Emotional Abuse

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We thought that moving away from Glasgow, Montana would make things better for us. And it did, in a sense. We are closer to family, we have a fresh start, and this place suits more of our political beliefs if I'm going to be completely honest.
When we first moved to Olympia, it was me, Owen, Courtney (pregnant at the time), Courtney's boyfriend (Taylor), mother, and Bill. We moved into a small, three bedroom house in the middle of a nice neighborhood near an elementary school. It's a quiet place, everyone is friendly enough, and usually people leave you alone. Now, we lived right next door to my moms friend, Natalee. Natalee lives with her husband (Todd), her niece (Missy) and her husband (Shawn), and her brother-in-law (Kevin). At that time, my mother decided it was best to split me and Courtney up, because with her hormones flying around, I couldn't be in the same room without being attacked by her. (And I don't let people push me, so I fought back just as much) So, mother ended up setting up a place for me to stay at the neighbors. In this period, I had warned them way ahead of time that shit was going to hit the fan. (And what do you know, I was right.)
I lived with my neighbors for almost a year. In this time, I had gotten really close to everyone, and actually spent more time at their house than I did my own. Well, some shit went down between Courtney, Taylor, my mom, and my stepdad. It had something to do with jobs, and Courtney and Taylor and the baby ended up moving back to Montana.
After they left, my mom gave me the option of either staying where I was at and turning the bedroom into an art room, or I could move back in. I chose that I wanted to stay at the neighbors and turn the room into an art room, and she said okay.
Well, a little while later (not sure if this was before or after the incident in the garage at Natalee's, but I'll get to that) I started dating Dylan. Dylan is (currently) 25 years old, which caused some turmoil at both houses. At the time, I was still 17 and Dylan was 24. Natalee and Todd and co wanted to set up some ground rules for me being with Dylan, like being home at a certain time, no overnight, etc. When my mom heard about that, she actually got pissed off. She was saying how they shouldn't be dictating what I do considering I am not their child (Valid point), but I also had no problem with following their rules considering I live in their house.
One day, I don't remember where we were going, but me and my mom went to the store or something and she said to me that Natalee and Todd were considering kicking me out because I was with Dylan. She encouraged me to move back home since they wanted me to leave anyways. I took her word for it (my mistake, Natalee and them were never going to ask me to leave in the first place) and I packed up everything and left that day.
Well, things between Dylan and I were okay, my mother got extremely involved in our relationship. Dylan broke up with me a little bit later. A few months later, this was the exchange between my mother and Dylan.

Let me explain what happened the last time I saw Dylan and the whole break up thing in general.
So, Dylan broke up with me over text. That was basically the only reason I was so upset honestly. He had promised me that if he ever dumped me, it would never be over text. That to me was not only like a stab in the back, but made me lose complete trust in him. Well, a couple days before Dylan left the state, he came over to pick up some clothing and shit of his I had. My friend/former co-worker, Bailey, was over hanging out with me. Dylan pulled up, knocked. I opened the door, I couldn't actually look at him. My mother previously told me to NOT slam the door in his face. After we exchanged our stuff, (I seriously tried to not do it but I had no control and honestly I still don't regret it) slammed the door in his face. Hard. (Almost broke his nose I guess, which I did feel bad about.) Mom ended up yelling at me, THEN WENT OUT THERE TO TALK WITH HIM. My mother has never supported her children in their relationships, only the significant others. And in all of our relationships, if shit hit the fan, it was automatically our fault and she would try to "fix it".
When she came back in, we got into 3 arguments that day, in front of Bailey. As usual, it was my fault that Dylan and I didn't work (Not true, he was just going through a thing and wouldn't talk to me about it.) She made me feel absolutely horrible about the break up.
After that day, we never spoke a word about Dylan. Actually, my mother and I do not talk to each other unless it's necessary. So, the fact that she was telling him all this stuff on Facebook also isn't necessarily true. She never asked me how I was doing, if I was okay, or if I actually missed him or not. The weird part being, she's obsessing over the fact that SHE misses him. Everyone who ever has seen these screenshots automatically assumed my mom had/has a thing for him. I wouldn't blame her for that, her marriage is shitty. The funniest part of all of this is that Dylan absolutely does not like my mother. Like, at all.
That day, I went out to my favorite spot in the little nature trail park by my house. I felt nothing inside except anger at everything, and I still feel that to this moment. I broke down and attempted to kill myself. Which, if you can't already tell, I failed. Bill then called me and took me out for ice cream (my mother claims she knows what's best and I just have to eat my feelings, which is not something you should encourage someone to do.)
I couldn't eat for days, not like there was anything in the house to eat anyways. At that point, my parents stopped buying groceries and all of the working adults in the house went out to eat. (at this point, my older brother Jeffrey and his girlfriend (?) moved in and had been sleeping on the living room floor. Jeffrey eats a lot so there wasn't usually anything left. Jeffrey also would eat my portions of dinner if I was not home. So, I am very used to being hungry to the point where I don't feel hungry.)
My twin brother had it worse.
Owen was standing at 5 feet, 10 inches tall, weighing (at one point) almost 110 pounds. Now, Owen as I stated before is autistic. He needs assistance. Well, my parents tried to claim it was because he was too lazy to make anything to eat.
Jeffrey admits to the fact that there is not actually anything to eat.
This went on for two months. And in this period, I was speaking to my father, Josh.
This is where the current things start to play, which leads to me being kicked out.

That story, I will save for later. My story is not finished.