well ill keep this short...ish.

when i was 17 my mom told me to date her drug dealer and move him in so we could afford to rent a nicer house... stuff happened, she tried to frame me for tresspassing, got a restraining order on me for it, and i dropped out of college because i couldn't ask her to fill out my fafsa after that. she used to 'borrow' my car to fuck her side piece in, so my car smelled like balls a lot.

she threw a lot of tantrums over nothing, like huge, loooong, end of the world tantrums. my dad and his gf would come over at like 2am to diffuse our fights. one time it was literally her arguing with me over a rooms square footage and that we could fit everything in it. my dad came over and was like 'ya wicked princess is right.. that room is indeed smaller that 169 sq ft'. so she sent me to my dads for the night. her boyfriend would smoke crack in the driveway at night and steal my shit to pay for it, and she'd scream at me about how she hates me for accusing him of stealing my shit because it stressed her out. once i got screamed at, sent to school in tears, and grounded because i couldnt find my jeans. she accidentally put them away in her room. she threatened to hit my dad's gf in the head with her boob once because my dads gf defended me. just so much weird drama for no reason.

i dont think ill ever regret not talking to her.