I can’t win. I try, and I try, and I try. Nothing matters.

I need to get the hell out of my house permanently. My mom and boyfriend got into an argument that I sort of was the cause of because I didn’t give both parties all the details of the matter, and thus the fight ensued. Regardless, my mom and bf made it a bigger deal than it actually was, both thinking that the issue was bigger than actuality… He had a seizure because the argument caused a sensory overload and stressed him out to that point.

A week later, after all that, well… it didn’t blow over, because my mother doesn’t let anything go, but they had both cooled off… he and I are at his best friend’s wedding. Everything’s going well, we’re all having a good time. I was a little nauseated for some reason and ended up throwing up, but felt fine after that, no big deal. Later, we go to have some alone time, away from the dancing and whatnot, and we’re talking. In the middle of a conversation, he shuts down and starts seizing in my arms. I can’t hold him up. Struggling, mentally as to what to do, I pull out his cell phone and call the vet doctor he works for to ask for help. Through her yells at me of things to check I hear someone walking by. I yell at her and tell her to take his keys to find his car and get his back, because his meds are in it.

She takes off, and I’m left on the phone with this woman who is yelling at me because I don’t know what to do. Finally, she tells me to get the Matron of Honor, because she would know what to do. So, despite my better judgement, I left him alone to run and find her. She runs back to him with me and turns him on his side and checks his pulse. To shorten an already long story: photographer was also a medic; he checks him out; bf comes to; best friend/bride comes over; bf cries in her arms because he is sorry because he thought he was ruining the party; bf stands up; bf is fine.

Now: the frustrating part. I call my mom hysterically telling her I need to stay with him tonight because I don’t want to leave him alone because his roommates were not home last night. She tells me no, that should would come pick me up from him house, because he was in no condition to drive. I demand I stay over because I’m upset and I don’t want to leave him on his own because he could have another and I wanted to be there if he did. She gives.

The next day, today, I arrive home and everything seems okay. Seems being the operative word. My bf apologizes to my mother, however she takes it the wrong way and is now upset at him once again because she… well she’s a bitch. She thinks it’s a lack of communication but really, it’s just that she has this uncontrollable desire to be a psychotic bitch. She takes everything you say and turns it around and makes you seem like the one who’s at fault. Sorry to meander from the story. Recap: he apologized, she took it the wrong way, got upset, took it out on both of us, yelled about nothing. To top it off she was getting upset that bf’s roommates weren’t home. I told her “I don’t want to leave him alone.” Wouldn’t that tell anyone with half a brain that that means his roommates were not home. And if not, wouldn’t you fucking ask?! She just is never wrong and I’m fucking sick of it.