All my fears about moving disappeared after my argument with my mom at Walmart. In an instant anxiety snapped into anger which turned into confidence because I'm going to prove my parents wrong about every erroneous notion they have regarding me. I was pretty savage to my mom. But if felt good to make those valid points known and let her know how I've been feeling for years, pent up inside of me.

They just don't have a clue about me. I'm pretty strong and confident. I can take care of myself and they act as if I'm helpless just because I don't drive. You know. I'm never giving anyone else an opportunity to tell me I'm a burden and treat me like crap. And they're never getting another opportunity to break me down. I'mma big girl now, can tell them to F off, and walk away without any concerns because I'm independent. I think I made my mom cry tonight, and I'd feel bad...except I recall being a little girl and her yelling at me for being ugly when I cried, and then she'd send me to my room to cry alone. So naw, don't feel sorry for her. Not my fault if she is struggling to handle the reality of how much of a failure she is as a parent.

It's liberating, being a fully independent adult. Everything I am today, is because of my efforts, not due to anything my parents have done for me.

I'm never having kids though. Being bipolar. The PTSD. The possibility of repeating the cycle of abuse. No. I'm not giving myself an opportunity to harm a child. I'm pretty screwed up. Children need someone stable, who isn't going to suddenly lose it.