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Hatred.

Ever hate somebody so much that you wish they'd die? You wish they'd leave you alone and let you do what you can to be happy and healthy?
There's quite a few people who hate their deadbeat father right? Yeah, me too.
There's a few people who hate their overly helicopter mother right? Yeah, me too.
But I hate my mother a little more than I hate my father. Just a little bit.
"But she's your mother, she just wants to protect you, blah blah blah." No. No. That doesn't justify shit.
She's given me the same goddamned sob story about her mother kicking her out of the goddamned house when she was 16 way more than necessary. She's manipulative. She wants me to stay at home because I'm happier when I'm at my boyfriend's house.
I have this problem with getting shaky, dizzy, I lose my sight sometimes too, all mainly before I would pass out. It only happens when my blood sugar is low yeah? I need food to keep that up. There's nothing here that I'd be able to get right away if I started feeling like I'll pass out. Nothing except orange juice. But that's only a temporary fix.
She says almost on a daily basis that I smell like cat. Bitch, the fuck am I gonna do about that? I keep the litter boxes clean. That's all I can do. We don't have a goddamned washing machine nor a dryer so I can't wash the mountain of clothes in the overflowing, giant fucking basket myself. She needs to take them to the laundromat. But oh wait. She doesn't have a job.
That's right, my single mother has no job and relies almost solely on her boyfriend giving her money and my neighbor paying her 50 bucks for some bullshit with his fence.
I can actually shower at my boyfriend's, I can wash my clothes at my boyfriend's, I can actually eat at my boyfriend's.
Here? There's no showerhead, just a bathtub. There's no washer or dryer.  There's never enough food to completely feed three growing kids and a fatass mother. We also have four fucking dogs and two cats. So of course some of the money goes into their food.
I'm the thinnest of all four of us, I'm the oldest child at 17 gonna be 18 in July and I weigh 120 pounds. Some of the reason is, I have social anxiety, so I have trouble eating in front of people. The school also has bullshit food. My metabolism is also kinda high I suppose. But my brothers both are larger than me, weight wise and height wise. I'm probably the healthiest, even being underweight as I am.
And I get ridiculed and judged for wanting to go to my boyfriend's house all the time.
He's graduated. 18 years old. Has an apartment to himself and one of our mutual friends. He currently has been having trouble with his job because the manager doesn't know how to do shit about scheduling and the owner of the place doesn't know how to give his employees breaks nor a decent paycheck. My boyfriend still has a better environment for me to be in than my own mothers house.
I am, as mentioned before, 17 about to be 18 in a little more than 3 months. I am a junior in high school. I have no job, nor a working car, nor a permit or a licence. I am forced to live in a house that isn't safe for me when I've got problems keeping my blood sugar up. I want to, and will, move in with my boyfriend when I'm 18.
My moron mother thinks she can keep me in her house after I turn 18 until I graduate high school. She can kiss my ass. Because I've already begun moving my stuff to my boyfriend's. Little stuff. But mine nonetheless. I'm less than 3/4ths done. But it's still progress. And if she thinks she can keep me here in this unsafe hellhole, she can kiss my asshole and the cops asshole as well when I tell them I'm 18 and can live with my employed boyfriend in his apartment.

Thanks for reading, I needed to get that all off my chest to someone/some people who haven't heard it before.
Have a wonderful day/night.