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I don’t know why in god’s good name my mom thought I would be the one to come to. We don’t get along. I went to live with dad at 16 because she told me she hated me and kicked me out. My older brother, the golden child, I know for a fact has a spare bedroom she could sleep in now that she’s losing the house.
My mom’s situation is entirely her own fault as well, which makes this all the more annoying. She and my stepdad bought a 7-bed room house 10 years ago, right after she left her job of 20 years to work at some stupid start-up that was out of business only 3 years later. My stepdad spent the last years of his miserable life bed-bound because he ignored every doctor telling him to stop shoving his face full of food at every waking moment of the day. So, he died 500 pounds and in misery. I was more than fine with this by the way. Well, when he died early this year it pretty much drained the last of the money my mother had remaining, and now the banks are taking the house back.
So, she shows up at my door for some reason. After mistreating me since I was a kid, and ignoring me unless she wanted something since she married that thankfully dead land whale. She had the nerve to ask to live with me! It’s only me and my husband in our 2 bedroom house for sure. But that spare bedroom is his office, the basement is my art studio, and the couch in front of the fireplace is for our lovely cats. There is no room for the wicked hag anywhere in this house. But, I knew this opportunity would never come again. So…..
I told her she could live with us, if, and only if she decided to follow the house rules.
> All electronics were to be turned off by 6 pm. If she was caught with any after that they would be taken away and sold at the next yard sale.
> Bedtime was 7:30, if I caught her up I would take away all of her clothing for the week.
> She may only shower for 5 minutes, once every three days
> All chores must be done the moment she wakes up. If I roll out of bed and they are not she will not be getting meals for the day.
> She must make sure she is alert at all times, if I and hubby need something done, IT IS TO BE DONE AT THAT MOMENT, or else she will lose her bedding privileges for the night.
> She will be in charge of cooking one meal each day that I choose, if it is not made to my liking she will not be allowed to join us and instead will eat the cheapest frozen meal available.
> I will be reading all her mail, text messages, and emails. I will give her the ones I deem acceptable communication under my roof.
> Her car will be my own personal travel car, she will also drive me wherever I want. She will still have to pay for gas.
And, last but not least.
> If at any point she displeases me, I will be calling my brother up to pick her up from a nearby gas station. I will get to choose what she takes to put in a torn-up backpack before dropping her off without looking back.
She called me a monster, told me these conditions were inhuman, and asked if I was insane. These were the exact conditions I lived under for years as a teenager. The exact conditions she tormented me with for years until she finally let me go live with the one parent that loved me. And these would be the conditions she would suffer under if she dared to ask me to home her worthless, joysucking soul.
I don’t know where she went after she stormed out of my house. My brother called me and told me I have “the biggest balls in the family” for the stunt I pulled. From the sounds of it though, none of the spawn want the brood mother to live with them.
I hope she finds a nice park bench to stay on.
