I hate the world and everything in it. Mom finally got us evicted with all her screaming, and is blaming it on dad and her boyfriend. To be fair they also suck. But she won't take responsibility apart from saying she's sorry and wishes she were dead.
Now, my brother and I will be fine, we can and likely will just move in with our grandparents. We already weekend here so it's just a matter of moving our stuff. Though his fish tank might be an issue as it's salt water. Our cats can come up here too, there's plenty of room for them. More than our house actually.
And I'll be around people who are able to actually motivate me to do shit and start my adult life. (Executive dysfunction and depression have made me rather useless. And yes it's partially my fault, I understand this. Don't lecture me on that right now.)
Mom, though, I don't know where she'll go. I don't even... feel much about it. I'm just numb. I'm not upset, my brain just started thinking about the logistics of what me, my brother, and the cats will do while I listen to mom cry and say she did nothing wrong on the phone. I'm not sad, or particularly angry. I'm just numb.
I’m not sure how old you are but my home life had some similarities. Getting out (and not just living with other family members) really will make a world of difference. Sheeeit I live in a van that seems hell bent on killing itself and I don’t miss the youth period of my home life.