This whole mess started about five years ago.
I was cooking dinner for my mother and stepfather, while they were guests in my apartment. While I was busy in the kitchen, my mother seized the opportunity and started going through my bedroom. She opened up the bedroom closet door, and discovered my cloth diaper pail (complete with a couple of diapers that I planned on washing later that night, after they left). She then went back into the living room, and started complaining about how my whole bedroom "reeked of urine" (it really didn't stink before she entered my closet and opened the top of the pail, but, ah, well). She didn't even try to hide the fact that she was going through places she was not supposed to go - she left the closet door open, she left a couple of my dressers open, and I could tell she went through a couple of my boxes that were in my closet while she was in there.
I was 26 at the time - you would think a mother would respect her son's right to privacy by then, but, ah, well.
I still hear about this to this day. She sometimes makes comments about how I have "weird sexual tastes" when she talks to me, and about how that "disappoints" her. Well, first off, I didn't tell her about it - she found out about it by violating my privacy and by betraying my trust. We never talked openly about what she found, but I somehow suspect the whole family knows about it by now.
I just wanted to vent about this.