So I was going to leave this morning and I told Mother such. She then launched into a diatribe of, "When are you going to leave for good? Are you really working? Do you really have money, or are you just sponging off of us? You know, I'm tired of this. Maybe you should leave, if you seem to have money to go out every single night and do things."
And I was so stunned by this attack I ... woke up. Yeah, it was a nightmare, and frankly, a nightmare worse than any one I've had in recent history.
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