Classic bipolar witch screams at me because I LDAR and play vidya in my room as opposed to talking to her or going outside.
And it's not like I'm a spoiled brat. I do a bunch of chores and my own laundry and make my own food, and I contribute to the rent from my job. Literally the only thing holding me in this house is the lower rent, and anytime I mention moving out she starts getting all sweet talky and mushy.
She spends most of her day sitting in the living room watching TV, watching slop on Facebook, or talking to her oldcel guy friend (who mogs my dead beat father to death and obviously likes her but they wont start a relationship because theyre long distance or some shit + theyre religious), and starts crying and yelling at me yesterday cuz I don't talk to her much. She puts that shit on full blast and yells if anyone asks her to turn it down, but if I play anything SLIGHTLY loud, I get screamed at by her.
Keep in mind I've repeatedly tried to tell her about my depression and hair loss, every time getting dismissed with some bullshit bluepill + saying her life is so hard and that I should be feeling bad for HER. Literally no one in this house is allowed to be angry except for her.
Also, keep in mind that it was a struggle to ever convince her to let me go to any social event when I was younger, but now she's surprised I'm inside all day.
What am I supposed to talk to you about? You created a sad husk of a human with your subhuman partner and gave me those shitty genetics. She just wants me to pretend my situation is okay and keep HER emotionally stable by providing that feedback.
It gets so bad that instead of having a genuine discussion about my problems, she tried to pry my head out of my pillow while I was sleeping a couple weeks ago and kept trying to see my face and force me to smile. She did that after yelling at me for not responding to her after ragebaiting me about my dating life. Like some deranged maniac. Again, just to make her psyche feel better instead of dealing with the fact that her son is not happy with his life.
I don't talk to my two other siblings much either, who both talk to her plenty and are bluepilled fags. So it's not like I'm giving her any unfair treatment; she just wants to make everything about her.
I've become self-reliant without the need for her validation to the point that she buys things for me ON PURPOSE (even though I don't need them) in order to then use that against me in an argument, "I do so much for you, and this is my thanks?" Like, I have to stop her from taking my laundry basket and doing it herself because I know she's itching to hold that against me. I keep telling her to stop buying shit because I didn't ask for it and DONT WANT IT, and she's all "Where's my thank you? Where's the gratitude?" holy shit, my head hurts from it.
Also, whenever I tell her I don't want to do something social with her normie fag friends or do something for some foid bitch she knows, she goes "What does no mean?" I'm not allowed to say no or set boundaries; she thinks I am a subservient slave she can point and order around.
Keeps getting angry when I close, let alone lock, the door to MY OWN ROOM. She wants to be able to barge in whenever she wants. Wants to know what's inside every single thing I order. Thankfully, it's not as bad as my sister has it, who has a much cleaner room than me and gets all of her shit in the closet thrown down to the floor when she's not home LMFAO
Also,
in one of our recent arguments, she got offended when I criticized her for beating me and denied ever doing it. Just last week, she started slapping me heavily on my bare back for not going to church on a weekday for some bullshit holiday no one else goes to. She is completely deranged. When I point out the times she beats me, she tells herself I deserved it.
But if I ever so much as nudge her out of my way when she's blocking my path and trying to rage-bait me, she starts crying like she did yesterday, as if I'm a monster.
I don't know how much more I can take tbf, I've started to time my meals when she's out of the house or in the bathroom so I don't have to deal with her. Sad cuz I still love her, but I genuinely can't deal with her behavior. Even my older brother agrees but still keeps her entertained. He's actually admitted to me in the past that he doesn't mind being married for his money rather than his looks whilst we were discussing the blackpill, but that's a discussion for another time.
And it's not like I'm a spoiled brat. I do a bunch of chores and my own laundry and make my own food, and I contribute to the rent from my job. Literally the only thing holding me in this house is the lower rent, and anytime I mention moving out she starts getting all sweet talky and mushy.
She spends most of her day sitting in the living room watching TV, watching slop on Facebook, or talking to her oldcel guy friend (who mogs my dead beat father to death and obviously likes her but they wont start a relationship because theyre long distance or some shit + theyre religious), and starts crying and yelling at me yesterday cuz I don't talk to her much. She puts that shit on full blast and yells if anyone asks her to turn it down, but if I play anything SLIGHTLY loud, I get screamed at by her.
Keep in mind I've repeatedly tried to tell her about my depression and hair loss, every time getting dismissed with some bullshit bluepill + saying her life is so hard and that I should be feeling bad for HER. Literally no one in this house is allowed to be angry except for her.
Also, keep in mind that it was a struggle to ever convince her to let me go to any social event when I was younger, but now she's surprised I'm inside all day.
What am I supposed to talk to you about? You created a sad husk of a human with your subhuman partner and gave me those shitty genetics. She just wants me to pretend my situation is okay and keep HER emotionally stable by providing that feedback.
It gets so bad that instead of having a genuine discussion about my problems, she tried to pry my head out of my pillow while I was sleeping a couple weeks ago and kept trying to see my face and force me to smile. She did that after yelling at me for not responding to her after ragebaiting me about my dating life. Like some deranged maniac. Again, just to make her psyche feel better instead of dealing with the fact that her son is not happy with his life.
I don't talk to my two other siblings much either, who both talk to her plenty and are bluepilled fags. So it's not like I'm giving her any unfair treatment; she just wants to make everything about her.
I've become self-reliant without the need for her validation to the point that she buys things for me ON PURPOSE (even though I don't need them) in order to then use that against me in an argument, "I do so much for you, and this is my thanks?" Like, I have to stop her from taking my laundry basket and doing it herself because I know she's itching to hold that against me. I keep telling her to stop buying shit because I didn't ask for it and DONT WANT IT, and she's all "Where's my thank you? Where's the gratitude?" holy shit, my head hurts from it.
Also, whenever I tell her I don't want to do something social with her normie fag friends or do something for some foid bitch she knows, she goes "What does no mean?" I'm not allowed to say no or set boundaries; she thinks I am a subservient slave she can point and order around.
Keeps getting angry when I close, let alone lock, the door to MY OWN ROOM. She wants to be able to barge in whenever she wants. Wants to know what's inside every single thing I order. Thankfully, it's not as bad as my sister has it, who has a much cleaner room than me and gets all of her shit in the closet thrown down to the floor when she's not home LMFAO
Also,
in one of our recent arguments, she got offended when I criticized her for beating me and denied ever doing it. Just last week, she started slapping me heavily on my bare back for not going to church on a weekday for some bullshit holiday no one else goes to. She is completely deranged. When I point out the times she beats me, she tells herself I deserved it.But if I ever so much as nudge her out of my way when she's blocking my path and trying to rage-bait me, she starts crying like she did yesterday, as if I'm a monster.
I don't know how much more I can take tbf, I've started to time my meals when she's out of the house or in the bathroom so I don't have to deal with her. Sad cuz I still love her, but I genuinely can't deal with her behavior. Even my older brother agrees but still keeps her entertained. He's actually admitted to me in the past that he doesn't mind being married for his money rather than his looks whilst we were discussing the blackpill, but that's a discussion for another time.
