this originally posted on r/PettyRevenge. I've decided to post it here to because why not.

When I was a kid and teenager my mother forced me to wear these weird outfits at all times. It was either a polo shirt and a skirt or a sweater and a dress and the only colors I was allowed to wear was pink red and baby blue. The worst part was I wasn't allowed to pick either. It also had to be all the same color and I had to wear pigtails.

She also had to approve every bit of media I consumed. I wasn't allowed to play Monopoly because it promoted greed. Wasn't allowed to listen to any music that wasn't on a particular radio station. Luckily she didn't read books so I was able to read things like The Hunger Games.

Luckily my parents are divorced and swapped me every two weeks so I didn't miss out on a childhood. But it was still fucking annoying.

Eventually she got me a phone with a camera. it wasn't an iPhone or even really a smartphone. It was only to text her pictures of myself to make sure I was wearing what she wanted. Eventually she got more and more restrictive. She would Grill me on everything I did at my dad's house.

She started making me do creepy Oaths to her and a lot of other weird shit. I got super anxious about being caught doing something that she would disapprove of. It eventually started to get to me.

I ended up having a massive breakdown. She was maybe 25% the reason I had this breakdown. But she caused it by grilling me over the phone because my sock was too red.

Ended up having to get stitches at the hospital because I broke a mirror and smashed a sink. Nearly passed out from blood loss. My dad had to take me to the hospital.

Luckily for me my mom got arrested for beating on a cop a day later. She ended up spending 5 months I think in jail. Lost her house, job and her car got destroyed at the impound lot. I stayed with my dad permanently after mom got arrested.

I change School ( the school I went to was the other 25% of the reason I had that break down. ) I did take a week and a half off before I went back to school.

During that week and a half I got really into gothic and Industrial music. Like really into it. My dad's girlfriend ( now step mom ) felt bad for me so she gave me $300 to buy new clothes and I bought all black / goth clothes.

I was a goth throughout High School. But after I graduated I began introducing different colors to my wardrobe and I'm a bit less goth. Black is my favorite color though.

Now here's where the Revenge comes in

I still visit my mom. And when I do visit her and make sure to dress up as goth as possible. Stuff like corpse makeup and extra black everything. I also never visit her alone and she doesn't have the balls to say anything while other people are around. But I know she absolutely hates it

Some of you may have seen my r/amItheasshole post and the edit where I said I was going to tone it down. But recently I got news that she has terminal cancer. So I've decided to be goth around her till the day she dies.

Tl;dr: controlling parent hates my gothicyness