I hate how my mom treats me like I can't do anything for myself, and like I don't know what I'm doing. I am 100% capable of cooking my own meals, doing my own laundry, cleaning my own room, making my own bed, etc. But you think that I can't do it because I don't do it right away like you want it to be done. You think that's I'm ungrateful because I don't take out the garbage in three seconds. You think I'm ungrateful because I don't do the dishes in one minute. You think I'm dependent on your sorry excuse of a mother because I don't put my clothes away the way you like it. You don't want me talking about you because it makes you sound like a bad mother. Well, if the shoe fits, wear it.