Chaos and Laundry Everywhere

I want to be back in Canada where I know I will always have someone to watch my son anytime. I have friends close by who actually care about me and want me to visit and will make plans to get together without it becoming a giant hassle or argument. A safe place to send my son to school where he doesn't have to worry about lockdown drills on a monthly basis, and where I know people who will help me have his needs met. Where I don't have to pay $150 to see a doctor and then receive threats about being sent to collections if I don't pay it. Blargh. Oh and the proverbial nail in the coffin? I came home to a birthday card from my in laws ..... with a $10 gas card in it. If that's not a slap in the face ... I'd rather they had forgotten my birthday, tbh.

It gets better .... so I decide that I need some time alone to breathe, so I go to my bedroom and I locked the door. C freaks out because "he's worried" and actually takes the doorknob off the door to "make sure I'm ok". And then proceeds to follow me down the street in the car after I walked out because he took the keys to both vehicles so that I can't go anywhere. I think that's considered abuse but I could be wrong. BUT I'M NOT. Best part? My mom thinks this is ok because he was just worried about me. I have to laugh because I was worried about my dad? Jeebus fucking christ.

So apparently because I was two hours late getting back to the house for dinner due to a miscommunication with the swim teacher, after having a shit day and actually wanting to talk about it, I made my mother feel taken for granted, then she cried and it's all my fault and I should take responsibility for it. Ok sure.