I am FREAKING OUT right now about my mom. What am I going to do when my parents get really, REALLY old and DIE?! UGH. I don't want anything to do with it. I wish my mom and I could talk things out but there's no reasoning with her. She's right. I'm wrong. She's a BULLY. She's a NARCISSIST, and I'm the black sheep of the family.

I really hope they changed their will and made my sister the primary beneficiary for when they die. My sister actually gets along with them. She hangs out with them. She gets drunk with them. I'm the fukk up because I married a man who played in metal bands, has tattoos, and was supposedly going to beat me and turn me on to drugs (I've never done any drugs, besides the occasional weed in my late twenties). My mom literally said to me, "If he beats you, you can come back home."

WHAT THE FUKK MOM.