
…so shit at communication and somehow decided that i should be the ringmaster of this operation, despite the fact that i’m the one dealing with finals, and packing, and searching for off campus housing. (i lost the lottery for on-campus housing for next year.) and they don’t know this, but i am so fucking close to failing most of my classes. even if not “failing” it’s still well below my parents’ standards. my mom will get mad about it, and my dad will get terrified about it because now…
…my mom will take it out on him too. all the communication about me leaving for break was a series of phone calls and relaying information to the next person, with absolutely no written communication. so somehow i ended up “convincing four adults that you committed to a plan” without realizing it. my mom cited our phone call from a week ago, and accused me of having “selective memory” when i didn’t remember most of it. (somehow she completely ignored that i have ADHD and it was finals week.)
so there i was, going through a tangle of phone calls the night before the university kicks us out for the winter, and breaking into tears the second each call ended. i was confused and stressed, and my mom was scolding me like a child. in her eyes, i had knowingly lied about my intentions and revealed the change last minute. but i just FORGOT. i just didn’t remember. and she says “well that’s a problem” as if it’s as simple as deciding that i won’t forget things anymore. if it is a problem…
…it’s the kind that requires professional attention. meanwhile my dad was driving home the point that i’d be disappointing my aunt about backing out of the plan. (a plan that i had not concretely agreed to. i have no clue how i managed to miscommunicate this bad. i really thought i hadn’t committed to anything, but maybe my mom just interpreted it differently, and then she was the one to relay that info to everyone else.) of course, letting people down is one of my top fears, hence the…
…multiple fits of crying. i already didn’t really want to go home to the screaming alcoholic that calls herself my mother, but this really just cemented that feeling. and now i have my parents worried about my plans to move off campus next year. (reminder: i didn’t get on campus housing. we have a serious housing crisis.) my dad is worried about the fact that i couldn’t drive myself to campus. (if we live outside walking distance, at least 2 of my roommates will be bringing cars. carpooling…
…wouldn’t be an issue at all.) my mom still seems to be confused about the fact that i’d be moving out completely. i’ve tried to use the excuse of it being logistically easier to move in with everyone else at the beginning of the summer, but the truth is, i need to get the fuck away from her. whatever issues arise with carpooling or groceries or rent or whatever, i’ll handle it. what i can’t handle is being kicked out of the dorm and moving back in with my parents after every semester.