I have zero privacy.
Every time my mother argues with me, she reminds me that if it weren't for her, I wouldn't have my beauty, my long hair, or my body shape. She blames me for ruining her youthful appearance because, according to her, her pregnancy with me was the worst one. She says I "sucked the life" out of her skin and that I should be grateful for the nine months she carried me.
My mother believes she has the right to walk in on me while I'm in the bathroom, changing clothes, or even sleeping. She has these disturbing, paranoid episodes in the middle of the night where she convinces herself that I’ve had sex with someone. She’ll barge into my room at 3 a.m., pull my clothes off, and inspect my private parts to see if I’ve “lost my virginity.”
If I come home late, she forces me to undress so she can check my underwear and look for hickeys on my body. She also forces me to sit with her while she showers, making me stay there the entire time. Whenever I tell her how uncomfortable it makes me, she says, “This is the body that carried you. I’m your mother, you shouldn’t be disgusted by me.”
At this point, I genuinely believe something is deeply wrong with her mentally. This isn’t even the worst thing she’s done. This is only one chapter of the story.
I’m tired.