Sort of part 5, but last part there was a bit of rage involved as well.
Yesterday we went skiing. I couldn't go to bed until like 4am two nights ago, was being sort of insomniacish. Was in bed since 11, but couldn't sleep. Mom woke me up at 5:30 to leave, and functioning on that little sleep I just was disoriented. It took me a while to get ready. My brother thought his ski bib didn't fit. It did, anyways there was a fight and my mom said we'd never go skiing again. So I go out to the car, and my mom makes me drive to get ready for the driving test, but I have so little sleep that I'm scared I"ll crash. Still make me drive :/ Finally they let me stop when we get gas, and I try to sleep the rest of the way there. My knee is bothering me, I still ski. My brother hurts his nose by crashing, mom gets mad she can't ski, I go to ski with my mom, her boot breaks. We return home at like 9:00, the only food I'd had that day was a thing of top ramen, my knee really hurts, and I collapse in bed at 10:00. But I can't sleep at all. SO I get up at like 12:00 to do something on the computer. My dad gets up and tells me to go to bed, and he needs to be awake in like 4.5 hours. And I get blamed for the fact that he wakes up to tell me to sleep :/
So I go to bed, can't sleep til like 5:00, and wake up at 11:00. Mom yells at me for waking up too late, and I get on the computer and check my email, look at tl for 10 minutes, then start writing notes for APUS. But oes noeses, I openeed tl like twice in two hours while doing this, so I"m multitasking, which is inherently bad. Have lunch... Start talking to a friend abouta chem concept I don't understand using skype, and hten we arrange to meet at her house. But my mom won't let her because her mom won't be there, and she doesn't want to come to my mom's house because last time she was here she got yelled at. So we keep on talking on skype and finally my mom yelled at my brother to practice bassoon. Then she came over to my computer, with my mic on, and just started lambasting me. Her first comment was "and here is your brother, the fucking worthless piece of shit". I said, well I'm sorry for multitasking blah blah blah, but she didn't care. She said I was just kicking her in the gut again and again, which I didn't understand how it applied. SHe put me into my room, turned off all the internet, said it wasn't punishment but was meant to help me in some way unbeknownst to me. I then started trying to talk to her about how even thoug hI may only get a 4.2 this semester, that it's not the end of the world, and I can still get into a relatively good shcool. She doesn't buy it, says i'll obviously get two Cs, in classes where I'd have to fail the finals to get Cs, and won't get any As, even though I'd only need lik ea 93 on the finals to get them.
And then she procedes to say how she's not helping me anymore, how I'mthe root of all of her problems.
Then she talks about how I 'm like my cousin's ex-husband, who was a major drunk and beat his wife.
Then she said I'd never get married because I'm basically an idiot, and socially awful. Says the lady who met her husband in the classifieds. And was my dad's first girlfriend. WHen he was 32. Lol.
She then concluded that I'd need to have a major blowup and fail at life before I improved, and ended it by saying I"m a fucking piece of shit. I said "I really can't take you calling me that anymore" She said that's the truth, you'rea fucking worthless piece of shit, if you can't take the truth leave.
The book of the devil in my mom's philosophy
So I left, after taking a rash travis approach and calling her a psycopath. I'm at the library, I'll go to a friends' house in 10 minutes. I'm soaking wet fairly miserable, and fairly pissed that she would call me that.
(Maybe she is a psychopath, as the definition is on wikipedia, the term used for a personality disorder characterized by an abnormal lack of empathy combined with strongly amoral conduct but masked by an ability to appear outwardly normal.