I had a breakdown and my mom saw it, hugged me, and told me to clean my floor, like yes mom, I'm aware that my room is a pigsty, you've mentioned it quite a bit, but you literally just saw me have a breakdown and your reaction is to make me do the thing I've been trying to for 2 months? I've already got to deal with you and dad fighting, you yelling at him while he's patent with you, and you yelling at my miner sister, but sure, keep believing you do everything for the family