My mom kicked me out August 2nd. She screamed at me over something stupid again, and I defended myself. She told me to leave, so I did. She made it so difficult. I tried so, so hard to be a good daughter, but she never let me. I left everything I loved behind and she’s using it against me. She won’t let me retrieve my things. She has been threatening to get rid of my pet cat ever since the day I left. She told me I’m selfish for leaving the people who love me most behind, but she sent me away. I can’t keep living like that. I can’t go back to it. It just hurts so bad. I loved my mom. I think she loved me, but she’s too mentally ill to let herself be gentle. She’s more worried about what others think of her than how I feel. And I’ll always have a hard time trying to swallow that.