Well, my fuse blew. I can't find my Income Tax Returns I need for income proof for SSDI. I knew where the folders were before I was pushed to clean stuff out of my room and this house. She said she never told me to get stuff out of the house, but what do you call it when she kept saying put this in storage you're not using it. I went to my storage and looked through everything. I was so hot and angry that I called her up and said, "I literally hate your guts." Then I hung up. I told dad I called my aunt up to see if I could come up next weekend as I need to get away as I couldn't take mom anymore. I told him she cares more about this d---n house then people. He started to get emotional because he doesn't know what to do and he loves both of us. I told him there is nothing he can do. When mom came home from going to the store she and I had it out. I told her she was superficial and cared more for her stupid house than people. I told her I only asked for the bedroom to be mine and to leave it alone, but she couldn't. I accused her of possibly shredding the forms because she couldn't stand that there were folders in a box. I know she wouldn't do that but she was putting me down so I kicked back. I shouldn't have accused her of that and I knew better. She told dad that I've always used her as a punching bag. Then she yelled out over the monitor, "That if I would lose the d---n weight, I could probably get a job and get out and meet people. Yes, I am very overweight. Unfortunately, I fell into the same situation as so many other people. Food gives me solace for a little while but end the end it has torn me my body apart. I saw a psychologist about 20 years ago because of how she handled a situation when I was young. I was still messed up from it and it was affecting my life. My grandfather sexually abused me from the age of 5 through 9. I was fortunate, however, that he lived in NC and I didn't have to see him but twice a year, but it has bothered me all my life the way she handled it. When I got the courage to tell my parents what he was doing, she said I still needed to be nice to him as he was my grandfather but not to go around him unless someone else was in the room. I felt like she didn't care about me and that messed me up. When I tried to talk to her about it she said I was making a mountain out of a mole hill. I love her and would die for her, but I can't live with her. I know I'll apologize for what I said because I don't want to hurt her. Yet, I'll still carry around this anger toward her. Everything is my fault and none of it is hers. She yelled at me to shut up and I told her to stick it up her craw. I don't like being this way. I'm tired, fed up and feel trapped. God help me get through this situation.