I had a volatile relationship with my mother.
I knew I had two options.
Find my own place to live.
Or.
Keep my mouth shut, while living under her roof.
Since I could not afford to leave, yet.
I keep to myself. Escaped in my books. Completed my chores.
Her house. Her rules. Not fair I know.
It's how things were.
I made my peace. I asked for forgiveness.
I took all the responsibility for the fallout.
There it is.
*friendship hug to you*