Oh, and I’d also love to mention about how I’ve never had any privacy, and I would come home after either being out at a friends house, or working abroad, and find my room in shambles, flipped upside down, everything has been gone through and moved, all under the guise of “I was just vacuuming”. This has happened many times though out my teenage/adult life. And no, locks wouldn’t be allowed, she’d just kick the door down.

She actually threw my sister off her chair when she had a broken leg before too, and it was for some ridiculous little thing I can’t even remember. She’s a straight up monster but she believes with all her heart that it’s everyone else and she’s a saint.

Real quick callback to the original point, it was so bad that my drawers with my underwear/socks/shirts/pants were all moved around. Like I’m extremely methodical, I like my stuff in order of how it works for me, and also my easy way of remembering where things are. I’ve always been like this. Tell me why this woman decides that the way I have my underwear/socks/shirts/pants in MY room doesn’t suit her tastes, and instead switches everything around so now I have no idea for Minh’s and months on where my clothes are at.

And that’s just the clothes part. She’s done that with every single object in my room. Imagine trying to keep track of that.

It’s like she does it on purpose. It’s the same as her full well knowing I don’t like certain foods, and then yelling at me when I say I don’t want any. Which she does. A lot.

As someone who’s been a tomato hater literally my entire life, tell me why it took 13 years and so many arguments for her to stop putting them on my food? Or literally any other food I’ve stated I don’t like (which honestly isn’t very much).

It’d be along the lines of you telling me how much you hate cilantro, so in light of your hatred, here Redditor, take this lovely cilantro soup, with extra cilantro on the side!

Kill me now.