I know how it feels to be accused of being something your not and doing things you didn't do and no one will listen or believe you. My grades dropped exponentially at that time. I did enough to pass my classes except one class I was struggling in because you couldn't really bs your way through it. I think I may have even had an F at some point because I didn't do part of a large project.
I "hated" them too. Them being my dad and his girlfriend. To this day I think I'm a little bitter about it all. Partly because I'm realizing all the sneaky shit my dad tries and for him to judge me based on a bunch of bull shit? He never knew me so he based who I was on who my mother was. Still, he was never around and I was left with his semi-psychotic girlfriend. He believed her, always. If anyone brings her up in conversation I say I don't give a fuck. She is less than a stranger to me, meaning I will have NOTHING to do with her ever again. I suppose she's the closest thing to hate I've ever felt.
Similar to you getting your stuff taken away they would make me do useless things when I asked to go out. One time I had to do all my laundry but get this, they weren't dirty! Shit like that.
For me, it didn't matter if there was proof or not. It sounds like your mom would still find something to yell at you about even if proof were right in front of her face. There's always something even when there's nothing.
Is it normal I hate my mom?
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I know how it feels to be accused of being something your not and doing things you didn't do and no one will listen or believe you. My grades dropped exponentially at that time. I did enough to pass my classes except one class I was struggling in because you couldn't really bs your way through it. I think I may have even had an F at some point because I didn't do part of a large project.
I "hated" them too. Them being my dad and his girlfriend. To this day I think I'm a little bitter about it all. Partly because I'm realizing all the sneaky shit my dad tries and for him to judge me based on a bunch of bull shit? He never knew me so he based who I was on who my mother was. Still, he was never around and I was left with his semi-psychotic girlfriend. He believed her, always. If anyone brings her up in conversation I say I don't give a fuck. She is less than a stranger to me, meaning I will have NOTHING to do with her ever again. I suppose she's the closest thing to hate I've ever felt.
Similar to you getting your stuff taken away they would make me do useless things when I asked to go out. One time I had to do all my laundry but get this, they weren't dirty! Shit like that.
For me, it didn't matter if there was proof or not. It sounds like your mom would still find something to yell at you about even if proof were right in front of her face. There's always something even when there's nothing.