When was your last “I gotta get the hell out of here” moment?

My mom was in the psyche ward for major depression and anxiety. I moved back into her place because it had become hoarder status. Newspapers stacked sky high, cat shit everywhere, rotting meat, and just overall years of collecting junk and mess. It took two straight months of cleaning and organizing and going through everything to get it back to respectability.

Upon release from the hospital, my mother insulted me as a parasite living for free and suggested I thoroughly enjoyed going through her stuff as some sort of cheap voyeur thrill. Even going so far as to say I got a free vacation from work at her expense.

Noped right the fuck out of my mom's life.

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