I wish I knew how to get out of this fog and indifference... A protective mechanism I see.

I love my parents, but I can't be happy living next to them. It annoys me how my mother can't support or understand my decisions, if they are not on her wishes...
I thought we had pass religion subject a long time ago, but is Easter, and she won't quit, and I am only 26 years old (still not old enough to have a mind of my own).
I know this might not seem a big issues...but everything that it means... I wasn't going to say no, but I had to.

Every time I seem to forget what is like to be at home with my parents and then I come home and I remember how my mother verbal aggressions feel like. But strangely my memory is very short lived.

I like my mother and I know she has mental problems too, but she is so toxic.
I am beginning to understand I never knew how it was like to live in a safe, non judgmental environment.

I can't fix my mother. :'(