when I was 14ish I was writting in my journal on my laptop; and it was late at night. My mom smashed my door open to yell at me to go to bed; saw my laptop and then grabbed it from me. She later invaded my privacy by reading my laptop and going through it, and read all about how I wet the bed and was feeling alone, I kinda liked wearing diapers, and how I wished I had someone I could talk to...
She took my laptop (which I bought with my own money; been working since I was 13) and didnt give it back for months (well didn't "give it back" months later it was sitting on the counter), and went on and on about how I am a screwed up, sick f****d up pervert, and she doesn't know what they are going to do with me... on and on it went, eventually she made herself believe she never read anything from my journal, i think. anyways I got it back, but yea my mom doesn't "give things back" she takes things that dont belong to her, and she is a pathological liar (I'm not mad, I am just saying she shows signs of being a pathological liar; she can't control it). I know she still has tons of my stuff in random places, and she sais its hers eg. my coin collection, random other things etc.
She did stumble accross a few of my goodnites once; I had a few used ones in a garbage bag; because I timed it each week when I would throw them out; when the garbage truck came. Supposedly she freaked out at my dad (who was buying them for me; he pretended I didn't wet the bed anyways, and he refused to call them diapers or goodnites; they were things...
(let me guess you want me to pick up some of those damn things for you? why dont you buy your own things with your money! how much longer are you gonna be needing those things?) That was when I was 10/11 ish
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