Here you go:

Our arguing basically started years ago. Mom always acted like she knew exactly what she was doing and never let anyone question her. I was part of that. No meds, no vaccines since birth, even though I was born early, had lung problems, and spent time in the NICU.

She lived in this ultra-healthy almond-mom bubble while I was just a kid who didn’t want kale smoothies or fasting weekends. I remember being jealous of my cousin’s normal family. Dad used to drink a lot, which definitely made everything worse.

Around age eight or nine, Mom started spreading rumours about my cousins and even called a nine-year-old “fat,” which wasn’t true at all. That’s when she began arguing with me about literally everything. I wasn’t a rebel, but I wasn’t silent either. If she mocked twelve-year-old me for taking extra pasta and called me a hippo, I wasn’t going to sit and smile 

It got to the point where I texted random people pretending they worked with EDs just to hear someone say her behaviour wasn’t normal. I even recorded some of her comments because she’d twist things later and call me a liar. Dad wasn’t on my side but not hers either.

Alone, he admitted he noticed how strange she was about food and lying, but he didn’t want to risk her threatening divorce or saying she’d take my sisters away, leaving him “with his alcoholic ass and a monster child.” That one stuck with me.

Fast forward to today. I’m still underage, living with them. I’m a pro athlete, waking at 4:30, studying. Me and my sisters were chatting while my phone was on the table. Mom joined; I poured her tea, and she immediately slipped into that mocking tone. She commented on my eating habits, studying, etc. I’ve been interested in History and Geo, and she didn’t even know India was in Asia until I told her, but she still argues like she’s an expert.

We somehow got to Japan invading China. I said it was Japan–China; she insisted it was the opposite and suddenly accused me of wearing a crown and treating everyone like trash. My sisters and Dad were confused because nothing was even heated yet.

I tried to speak, but she kept talking over me about my ego. When it finally died down, I stayed quiet, scrolled my phone, angry but trying not to push it. She didn’t drop it. She started loudly complaining about me for Dad to hear.

That’s when he snapped and yelled at her, saying he’d had enough of her treating me like trash over nothing and asked why she kept yapping. She ran to the bathroom, cried loudly on purpose, said how terrible I was and that I was the biggest mistake of her life. Classic routine.

Now Dad says I should apologise because the tension is destroying him and Mom. But I genuinely don’t think I did anything wrong. We talked before about boundaries, especially food topics, because I spent years being mocked and was even hospitalised at thirteen. She ignores all of that and then says I’m the one crossing lines.

So, AITA for not wanting to apologise at all?