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It all started when I had to drive my brother to his classes. Everything went perfectly except for me putting the key for the electric gate on the side pocket of the car instead of the middle. No big deal right?
She starts freaking out like the ape she is and I tell her calmly that it is in the car and I clearly remember using it for both when I left and when I returned. I'm not a dementia patient so I know this for sure + I am a very careful person in general.
She insists it isn't in the car and starts blaming me, saying I must have dropped it somewhere or accidentally brought it upstairs to my room. Her voice gets increasingly loud. For the past month I've had to deal with with so now I am at the point where I just low-key find her meltdowns funny. I walk up to the car, and pull the electric gate key from the side compartment and gave it to her. She tells me that I shouldn't have put it there ( it was literally in plain sight but whatever ). Crisis from this BPD sicko averted but I had my uncle in the house at my time
This guy is unironically a decent human being which is a surprise since my lineage comprises of narcy mean retards. He has offered to let me stay at his house but I can tell he is still on the fence of "No my sister is mentally ill and I shouldn't meddle because I might make things worse". I had to show it to him myself, sort of like a demonstration.
So he's in the living room watching some this show called "Forged in Fire" and my mom is still kinda pissed of ready to drive. She is seriously a narcissistic emotional potato so before entering the house after giving her the keys, I just added in a little extra dialogue. "Next time if I tell you to check if it's in the car, just check ok?". My uncle doesn't hear this obviously because we are both outside, the living room is just next to the porch where the car is parked.
As I say this, I walk briskly back to the front door and enter the living room. She immediately comes out of the car and rushes towards me.
"How dare you shout at meeee"
She legit screams into my face. Mind you I didn't shout nor raise my voice at all, I am not an emotional crybaby in real life. My uncle lowers the volume and looks behind and I'm just there acting confused with the most retarded
:/
face ever. She starts speaking in Tamil at this point and act like I don't understand. I keep sneaking in these passive aggressive inside insults whilst speaking in this absolutely clueless tone. She just keeps getting riled up, like her mind is turned off.
Eventually she gets louder and louder until eventually my uncle steps in and tells us to all just calm down. He brings me into my room and tells me to stay there for a while. I think like 4 or 5 minutes later he tells me that if I want I could stay with him for until my studies are done. + He gave me some money to order some food because when my mom gets like this, she tries to piss me off by not taking me to dinner. She does this infront of him btw, she says she's gonna go fetch my brother and have dinner whilst I must stay at home for my disrespectful behaviour.
It's confirmed now that I am moving out. My degree will last for 3 years plus this ain't some little room with a bed. I will actually have a place to comfortably do my laundry, cook, work out etc. I can stay here for the whole 3 years without ever returning if I want to.
Today was an absolute win.
@cromagnon @ey88 @Iooksmax @Kroker
While in my room he gave me some speech about her being "mentally ill" and that's why she acts the way she does. To an extent I see his point and I do in fact somewhat feel bad for my mom. Not in a "I can look past the way you treat me due to this" type of way but more so in a "I feel sorry that you function like this". I don't believe people willingly want to live a live where they just chimp out and are in constant stress 24/7
Each seizure she gets, each day that passes, she gets increasingly fucking unbearable. I honestly don't want to stick around and at some point I will need to act in accordance to my own self interests. I'm her son, not her slave.
My Dad believes that I should I just pretend to love her, I think he should be impaled by a pike honestly.
She starts freaking out like the ape she is and I tell her calmly that it is in the car and I clearly remember using it for both when I left and when I returned. I'm not a dementia patient so I know this for sure + I am a very careful person in general.
She insists it isn't in the car and starts blaming me, saying I must have dropped it somewhere or accidentally brought it upstairs to my room. Her voice gets increasingly loud. For the past month I've had to deal with with so now I am at the point where I just low-key find her meltdowns funny. I walk up to the car, and pull the electric gate key from the side compartment and gave it to her. She tells me that I shouldn't have put it there ( it was literally in plain sight but whatever ). Crisis from this BPD sicko averted but I had my uncle in the house at my time
This guy is unironically a decent human being which is a surprise since my lineage comprises of narcy mean retards. He has offered to let me stay at his house but I can tell he is still on the fence of "No my sister is mentally ill and I shouldn't meddle because I might make things worse". I had to show it to him myself, sort of like a demonstration.
So he's in the living room watching some this show called "Forged in Fire" and my mom is still kinda pissed of ready to drive. She is seriously a narcissistic emotional potato so before entering the house after giving her the keys, I just added in a little extra dialogue. "Next time if I tell you to check if it's in the car, just check ok?". My uncle doesn't hear this obviously because we are both outside, the living room is just next to the porch where the car is parked.
As I say this, I walk briskly back to the front door and enter the living room. She immediately comes out of the car and rushes towards me.
"How dare you shout at meeee"
She legit screams into my face. Mind you I didn't shout nor raise my voice at all, I am not an emotional crybaby in real life. My uncle lowers the volume and looks behind and I'm just there acting confused with the most retarded
:/
face ever. She starts speaking in Tamil at this point and act like I don't understand. I keep sneaking in these passive aggressive inside insults whilst speaking in this absolutely clueless tone. She just keeps getting riled up, like her mind is turned off.
Eventually she gets louder and louder until eventually my uncle steps in and tells us to all just calm down. He brings me into my room and tells me to stay there for a while. I think like 4 or 5 minutes later he tells me that if I want I could stay with him for until my studies are done. + He gave me some money to order some food because when my mom gets like this, she tries to piss me off by not taking me to dinner. She does this infront of him btw, she says she's gonna go fetch my brother and have dinner whilst I must stay at home for my disrespectful behaviour.
It's confirmed now that I am moving out. My degree will last for 3 years plus this ain't some little room with a bed. I will actually have a place to comfortably do my laundry, cook, work out etc. I can stay here for the whole 3 years without ever returning if I want to.
Today was an absolute win.
@cromagnon @ey88 @Iooksmax @Kroker
While in my room he gave me some speech about her being "mentally ill" and that's why she acts the way she does. To an extent I see his point and I do in fact somewhat feel bad for my mom. Not in a "I can look past the way you treat me due to this" type of way but more so in a "I feel sorry that you function like this". I don't believe people willingly want to live a live where they just chimp out and are in constant stress 24/7
Each seizure she gets, each day that passes, she gets increasingly fucking unbearable. I honestly don't want to stick around and at some point I will need to act in accordance to my own self interests. I'm her son, not her slave.
My Dad believes that I should I just pretend to love her, I think he should be impaled by a pike honestly.
