Things are bad, but I feel relatively good about them. Or maybe I'm just numb from too much traumatic overload. Whatever it is, I feel like my fingers are raw from clawing myself up from this pit.
My mother is a liar. She never pays a penny towards her living expenses; I pay all of it. She somehow spends all the money she earns, all of the non-rent money my father gives her, and now, she dips hundreds of dollars worth in to the actual rent.
And I have to come up with the shortfalls.
I'm going ballistic. I'm going to leave her to lay in the bed she's been making. There's only so much I can take, especially when it's deliberate sabotage of my financial stability when I have little as it is.
I'm in a huge time of transition, and it feels like it's deeper and longer than I thought it would be.
Staring into the unknown, I'm shaking in my boots.
do you know what she spends it on? That's so weird. I feel an intervention is needed. Hardcore.
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