I remember many, many times when my mother shouted at me. in most cases it was because of my mental illness, and she hated it- used say or kind of things, like when I'd overeat not this **** again, or when I'd hear voices tell me to just stop acting thick.

their were also plenty of times where she shouted at me for things that wern't my fault. once when the washing machine broke she shouted wel, if you didn't get your clothes dirty, we wouldn't have to use the ****ing machine in the first place and it wouldn't be broken. weird that she thought like that