After my mother had her attack a few months after being diagnosed with M.S and a heart disease when i was 13 or so, everything changed. Not only because it was touch-and-go with my mother for a long time, and she spent weeks in the ICU to recover, but it took about 9 or 10 years for things to get back to "normal". My family was already low income to begin with, and since she wasn't able to work for quite a few years that meant living off my Dad's minimum wage salary. Money was incredibly tight and we had many medical bills to cover. Add to that stress my sisters and I had to grow up awfully fast and start cooking, cleaning, mowing lawns, chopping firewood, etc to help out. So now I have no patience for people I share houses with at my age (26) who don't know how to do their own dishes.

On top of that, the drugs my mother had to take (don't remember what they were called, I do know she had to regularly inject them into her stomach) basically made her a crazy bitch from hell. She was never the best mother to begin with but that medication made her ten times worse. I have memories of her storming into my bedroom in the middle of the night or 2am to scream and hit me over something I hadn't done that she'd never asked me to do. There was full on fighting in my house practically every day, and there was literally no logic to most of it. I developed pretty severe depression and my older sister and I were both kicked out of home (different times). To be honest it wasn't a bad thing though, we both preferred it to living with that craziness.