KAISER LEVELED UP!

• HP +30!
• MP +10!
• Stamina +1!
• Initiative +1!
• Guts to tell your mom you are going to move out of the house +1!

Yes, I finally told her last weekend.

I was expecting a full blown diva breakdown like this bitch:

But, surprisingly, she took it rather calmly. I had no idea how to break the news to her as I was stupidly "waiting for the right moment", meanwhile time passed by and DS (the boyfriend, not the game sistem, both of which i love to death) got more and more pissed off at my lack of action. Fortunately, Bobby Brown– I mean, my dad provided the right oportunity to do so with one of his senseless, booze-fueled rants directed at me for no reason at all.

It turns out that last saturday I came home late from DS’s house and mom, my brother and Old Dirty Bastard– I mean dad, were still awake. As soon as I open the gates I hear him shouting something about "contributing nothing to this house". Ugh. I just knew his latest bitch-fest was directed at me. He was shouting at my mother because she was trying to defend me, even though I didn’t know what the fuck I had done to piss off his royal annoyance-ness this time. As soon as I come in, everything turns quiet. I was expecting a firestorm and I was ready to lash back. I walked slowly to my room expecting Jabba the Hutt– I mean, dad to say something, anything at all, but the only one who actually talked to me was my brother, with his usual dimwitted comments, which I always ignore. I have made it a point not to talk to him unless he says something actually worth replying to. I’m sick of his shit as well.

A while later mom comes to my room and explains to me that the whole reason he was bitching was because they want me to take care of one of his bills, since his income has been severely compromised for the past few months, thanks to our "highly efficient" government structure, so me and my brother have to help out. I told her that I never, EVER say no when it comes to taking care of monetary issues, and that I have no problem paying monthly bills. Then why in the fucking hell does he have to make up lies about me never contributing anything to this house if all he wants from me is to pay a fucking $50 bill every goddamn month? Why doesn’t he personally come to me and say: "hey, I need some help with this payment. You think you can take care of it"?

No. He has to humiliate me and make himself look like a victim.

I told all this to my mom, but then she went into diplomatic mode and started telling me what a difficult childhood he had and that he was raised in a very rudimentary way and didn’t receive any affection and that he’s not gonna change, so we all have to understand where this behavior is coming from.

THAT’S NOT MY FUCKING PROBLEM.

He could have been raised in the filthiest of shitholes by a couple of mentally challenged baboons for all I care (that could explain all the shit he flings), but that doesn’t give him the right to treat everyone around him like garbage. Mom always tries to justify his behavior in her neverending effort to keep the family together, yet his antics always end up doing exactly the opposite. It is a proven fact that nobody who shares a roof with him can stand him afterwards. After I told her that I’m sick ant tired of this vicious cycle, I dropped the bomb. I’m going to move. Period. Her face went blank for a few seconds and the she started begging me not to do this out of spite, she wants me to do this when I feel ready to at least buy a property. When is that gonna happen? when I hit 40? Is that why my brother hasn’t moved out completely? Figures.

She also tried to paint the worst case cenario, as all paranoid parents do, asking me what I was gonna do if things didn’t work out with DS, or if his brother, who owns the house, dissapproves of our little union and throws me out. I told her everything is worked out. She was shocked when I told her that I have been thinking about this for months. She thought I was orchestrating this whole "moving" thing out of rage to get back at Fucking Imbecile– I mean dad. It was also curious to see that she expressed herself as if aware that DS and I were a couple. Stupid she is not, my friends. She knows more than she cares to admit, she just feels unconfortable expressing it. You’d think that after 4 years of me coming out to her and her countless reading of "do-it-yourself" psychology books she would be more receptive. But hey, it’s a start. At least the "burning in hell" accusations are a thing of the past.

Now I need to prepare for PHASE TWO. This will be awkward, because nowadays I barely talk to Insufferable Asshat– I mean dad, unless it’s absolutely necessary. I’ll have to bring up the topic when he’s clearheaded and non confrontational (once every red moon), otherwise he will shower me with senseless crap again and everything will go to hell. Or I could wait ’till he throws another hissyfit at me and I’ll finally tell him in a rage that I am sick of his bullshit and I’m moving out. That would be the easy way, but it’s also the most damaging. Especially to mom, who feels the need to take the blame for everything (oh, the drama!). She’s the only one that worries me out of this whole situation.

Wish me luck (again).

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