Okay, folks... so here's the story I have for you today. I was working up until a short while back. However, knowing my mother, she would simply flip out about me telling her I no longer am employed. Especially in telling her I terminated my own career. That I quit because it was, quite simply, not the job for me. Made me ill just driving into work each day. Every day was stressful and wore me down, both physically and emotionally. Suffice to say, telemarketing, especially SCRIPTED telemarketing, is not for me. There's no soul or compassion in it. I could not stand it. That said, last night, my mother went to the extra lengths of locating me, a town over, 20 minutes away from my home town, and in the opposite direction she EVER travels in, at the local library in said town. She went OUT OF HER WAY... and found me. She stood in the library, demanding I get off my computer and return home so she could bitch at me in private, rather than making a scene. She stood over me while I wrapped up everything I was in the middle of. Bear in mind, I had intended to tell her on Monday I was no longer working this job, but she found out early somehow. And SOMEHOW knew I was at this neighboring town's library. Fucked. Up.

Anyways, so she demands I return home, I wrap up what I'm doing, head out to my car, and she begins her bitching. Wanting to know why I wasn't at work. I told her I quit and closed my car door to get ready to head home, only to have her come over, whip open my door, and demand I explain. I simply re-iterated that I quit. Plain and simple. She said to get my ass home so we could talk. That said, she pulled out of the library parking lot ahead of me and sat across the street waiting for me to head home. Once I passed her, she followed behind me. The whole way home. So, to spite her, I drove 20MPH under the speed limit the whole way home. Nothing like driving 50MPH on the highway. xP She, of course, remained right behind me the whole way, in spite of my slow speed, so as to ensure I returned straight home. Which I did, just slowly.

Once I get home, she begins her ranting and raving, insisting I tell her why I would quit my job without having a new one lined up. I explained why I quit, and she actually didn't seem as upset about my reason for quitting as I expected she would be. She was more upset about my not having a new job lined up. After all, she's wanting all her money back. Even threatened to pull out the list of what I owe her and why. I told her I trusted her numbers to be accurate, and still she wanted to run it by me. Not sure why, but whatevs. Thankfully, she did not. Would have been little more than me sitting there nodding my head and saying things like 'Mhm' 'Sure' 'Ah' 'Okay' and the like for what would likely be an hour or more. At any rate, so we get into the punishing side... because at 25, I still need to be punished by my mother, obviously. -w- Anyways, so come to find out she had removed my bedroom door before she even came to get me, so she already knew where I was, I guess. Funny. And on top of that, she insists I cannot use my laptop in her house save for job hunting. If I want to play games or the like, I am expected to go outside and do it... in freezing weather, mind you. It's below 32 degrees Fahrenheit these days. Below zero at night more often than not. And she doesn't want me staying up past 11, I guess. Not that I have any intention of it if I have to bee outside in below zero temps to enjoy my time. >w>

Anyways... then there's the last bit. If I don't have an interview set up by Monday, then I'm getting kicked out of the house when she leaves in the morning between 6:30 and 7 AM to do whatever until she returns home, usually around 5PM. She also insists she plans to pay for nothing more, regardless of if it adds to my debt. This means my car insurance that's due in a couple weeks, or to fly out my son for his three month visit in about 6 weeks. Or even gas for my car. So she plans to kick me out every day and job hunt with only half my gas tank remaining. Oh, and better still, she doesn't want the gas tank falling below halfway since it's still Winter, so as not to freeze the gas in the tank. So awesome. My life has gone rather FUBAR if you ask me, and I see no good way out. *Sighs* Just thought I should update you all with my life drama, since this latest installment is the most colorful yet, I would say. Again... I'm 25, but she feels the need to keep me on some kind of leash like I'm a child again. All throughout our fight calling me stupid, ignorant, less than dirt, useless... this has been my entire life... and yet somehow I'm expected not to have developed a wrothlessness complex in all this time. She thinks I have a problem when I talk down about myself. And she thinks I have an internet addiction. But honestly... wouldn't YOU decide to hide on the net if your real life was this fucked? I dunno folks... this home situation needs to be fixed, but... it's not going to happen any time soon. Even if I get a job... she plans to take all of my paychecks save for what gas costs me. So I'm looking at earning nothing but gas money for the next year and a half minimum IF I get and keep a job for that whole duration. Lovely. -w- Anyways... life prospects for me are not happy ones... but I still felt an update on my life situation was necessary after the crap I put up with last night. Thanks to those that listened to all this, I know it's a lot to take in and such... and obviously none of you guys' problems. So if you've read all this, then thank you... means a lot. *Hugs all of ya* Much love, guys.