Eight-year-olds calling each other sluts is a whole other level of disturbing.
Actually shaking right now. This really isn’t the way to treat someone who has an anxiety disorder. It really, really, really isn’t.
I need to move out. Now.
So this time she went through my emails. How is this remotely acceptable?! I gave her my password to find something for me once when I was at university. That should be a sign of trust. Not a fucking invitation to violate that trust and my privacy whenever she damn well chooses. I’m 21, I don’t have to take this shit. But I will because she’s my mum and my beat friend and I love her but bloody hell…
I told her it was okay because I love her and I want it to be but really it’s not and she wouldn’t tell me why she did it. It’s really, really not okay and I want to move out immediately now. I wish I could just leave but I really can’t and it’s driving me crazy. My depression’s worse, my anxiety’s worse and now I’m really paranoid. I’m scared and I keep forgetting to eat lately and that’s a slippery slope back to old bad habits.
So, upon seeing my phone left downstairs, my mum’s first instinct was to pick it up and start reading through my texts. I’m 21. I could have excused her doing that when I was a teenager but I’m 21 and I lived away from home much of the year for three years. Which makes this kind of behaviour nonsensical and inexcusable. And then she had to tell me she’d done it. This is supposed to be my best friend. What. The. Fuck?