My sister kicked me out of our shitty 3bdrm apartment about a year after she did my older sister, who was suicidal and has countless mental illnesses. I was homeless for about a week and stayed at the same shelter my sister had been staying out. I flew out to live with my dad, who didn't take in my sister because, well quite frankly she's a huge fucking asshole regardless of her mental health issues. About a day after I knew I was supposed to fly out (From Ontario to northern Alberta) my mom called me saying we could all move back in, where we would have our own rooms versus my mom having an office and a bedroom. It felt like an empty promise so I said no, and my sister moved into my room the next week (bad choice tbh) My mom is absolutely insane, and had kicked me out on a whim of her insanity. She had yelled at me that night (night of me being kicked out) like she was going to kill me. It shook me up to say the least. She's always had temper issues since I was 5 or 7 or so.

Anyways, I fly out with my dad and she STILL calls me like everything is alright, when I'm obviously still struck up about it. I've told her not to call me anymore, since she yells at me (through the phone) and that if she wouldn't have a mature adult relationship with me it wasn't going to work. I hate to say she's basically out of my life but, that ship has sailed.

This happened over the span of today through the third week of this July, and to say the least it's taught me that I'm an adult now, and my mother might be insane. Having a suicidal daughter (my sister) and coming home to her attempts for about a year will do that to a person, but she just straight up gave up on the two of us.

I feel like my mother underwent immense change the past 4 years. She struggled to keep up with my sister and I was left on the back-burner. I'm a good kid, I don't cause any problems. I have decent grades and I'm never out late with friends (I'm 16, what more do you need?)

Her treating me like an adult and a roommate made me an individual, matured me, but also just fucked me up. It's nothing I won't or haven't recovered from but it has really taught me that I am a strong person (to toot my own horn), I am caring and good at times. I am the person I think I need to be right now. Her kicking me out and not seeking help to control herself might have just given me the push I needed to get out of there and walk through the open doors in my life.

My sister is alright by the way. She's started university and tells me she's doing better with her mental illnesses and eating disorders. Not living with her doesn't give me much insight as to whether its true (I want it to be) but its honestly the best for both of us.