My aunt, yesterday...

Sorry this turned into a long rant... I just got going, and now I'm trying to not cry so I'm just gonna hit post and go away...


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My aunt came with my mom to my graduation (for a 2yr college degree) yesterday. By the Ned of the ceremony, I was exhausted, hungry, and in pain. She didn't want to go to a restaurant, so we went thru a drive thru (of a place I don't like and have never been pleased with the service) and go eat at her house.

In the car, apparently I was doing something she did not approve of (might have been that I was grumpy, go figure, I had been awake since 6am and I was hungry, or she didn't like my small burps cuz empty stomach, reason doesn't matter), and she was sitting behind me. She kept reaching around a tapping/hitting my upper arms. I politely asked her to stop, and her response.... "No, heh!" She did it at least one more time, while we were in the car, and then my mom and she both started griping because I couldn't pick something at the fast food place (that I never go to!) and telling me to calm down because the person taking the order wasn't loud enough, asking questions, not making sense and getting the order wrong. We get to the window to pay and they still didn't have it right... at her house, I start getting a lecture about how her childhood was horrible and I should be grateful, blah blah blah... Just shut up already...

I asked you to not touch me and you outright said no, and then continued, you then get mad because I am upset, for legitimate reasons (low blood sugar sucks, btw), and then tell me to be grateful because my mother didn't beat me, even tho she was nowhere near emotionally available, and I had to walk on eggshells my entire life, and still do, since I am disabled because of the psychological damage my mother did, and therefore cannot afford to live anywhere except with her. You have no room to talk, because my mother let's everyone think that she is perfect and I am evil. Oh ya, when you called, after we got home at 11:45pm, I couldn't hear you, but I heard my mom say "all the time, 24 hrs a day 7 days a weeks. 365 days a year"... you really think I don't know that you asked her if I always have that attitude? Ever occur to you that I am tired of putting up with the crap, that I am not gonna just sit down and let it happen anymore?