Yesterday I had one of the worst evenings in the past few months. I stopped by to visit my parents. I had good news from work, I missed them, and I’ve also been worried about my stepfather’s health and condition — I wanted to spend some time with them. Everything was cozy for the first couple of hours (as it usually is). Unfortunately, my mother kept getting more and more drunk as time went on… It ended in such a conflict that I called a taxi, trembling, as soon as I left their place.
It all started over small things, but I couldn’t hold back and told her: “You don’t work, you pressure Dad with house chores even though his health keeps getting worse, you keep drinking, not managing anything…” (there are more serious issues I’d rather not disclose here). The conflict escalated into shouting and threats. She started mocking my health: “Remember when you were hospitalized? You still have to see doctors, loser, sick girl.” She began filming me, making fun of me — saying things like “you’re hopeless, nobody will ever want you, you’ll have no friends, everyone will leave you.”
When I started shouting back, my father — the one I was actually defending — stepped in and offered to call an ambulance because of how irrationally I was behaving. I slammed the door and left.
I’m in a situation where I actually need their support — plus, my mom is threatening to turn my biological father against me again, which has already happened in the past.
So, if not for the alcohol, communication would still be possible. But it seems something inside me finally snapped. I’ve realized — she just doesn’t care! Usually, I’m the one who calls, the one who tries to connect… My mother even says my rented apartment is “too shabby” (as if she had helped me find it or pay for it).
To top it off, she mockingly said she could show my brother where I live.
It’s a toxic pattern. Sadly, I have nothing to lose if I completely cut off my family.