![]() ![]() It’ll end soon anyway, and the sooner the better. I hate that they use it as an excuse to do nothing to better the world, because hey, why bother. I hate that her religions looks forward to the end of the world like some kind of cannibalistic, pro-apocalypse, death cult. I hate that she thinks Obama is the antichrist. I hate mom’s fucked up evil religion, run by a corrupt church, worshiping a petty, childish, insecure, fool of a god who is so inconsistent it’s no wondered there are a thousand different sects all following the same book differently. I hate that when I point out the fucked up things in her religion (slavery, rape, misogyny, murder, animal sacrifices) she retaliates by getting grandma to join in on the crusade to save my soul. Either by repeatedly telling me I’m going to hell or guilt tripping me by saying how sad it is that she’ll be in heaven while I’m burning forever in hell. I hate that my mom spends so much time trying to convert me back to Christianity. A cot that I had to beg them to buy because sleeping on the couch they dug out of the trash hurts my back and forces me to take pills the entire time just to get through it. I hate that they have a four bedroom house yet when I visit I have to squeeze into a room stacked roof high with bicycle parts. I hate that I worry that stuff is going to collapse and kill someone. I hate that all the wall to wall junk inside the house, and the fence to fence junk outside, belongs to my step father, but that he blames mom for the house being a disaster. I hate that their yard looks like a bad redneck joke complete with three sheds, a trailer, a couple of broken down cars and a random boat. I hate the fact that my Mom’s house could be on an episode of hoarders. I hate driving for four hours to a destination where I will be miserable for the entire visit.
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