I am a punching bag. I think I always knew this, but I am now completely aware of the fact.
When I don't tell my mom things going on in my life, I get yelled at. I would possibly accept this more if I was still in highschool... or maybe if I was still in my teens... or if I wasn't nearly legal to rent a car! But, I do live in her house so I suppose I should tell her damn near everything.....hmmm. nope. because when I do I get yelled at for what I do tell her.
Tonight I told her that my boyfriend thinks I need to go to a chiropracter to get my spine straightened out. Its not scoliosis, but I can't stand up straight. And I have a cavity and need to get my eyes checked.... so I'm obviously trying to sabatoge myself.
I understand that I don't have full coverage health insurance anymore. In fact, I barely have insurance at all. I'm Still a STUDENT! I don't have a big job that pays for my health care... so I don't care about money... its not that I'm trying to take all of it, I just don't pay attention to it.
I almost wish she would say the same damn things to my dad, since he's retired and doesn't have insurance from his job anymore either... and he was smart enough to wait until he was retired to get cancer. Its all our fault......... ok, so when I pointed that out, it wasn't as wel recieved, but still.
I really want out of this house. I hate having to live off of them as it is, os I don't know why she has to make it harder. Its not as if sehe wouldn't be extremely hurt if I should try to leave and strike out on my own.
So basically, nothing I can do is right.yea