My dear ever-yelling, ever-door-slamming, ever-complaining, ever-self-indulgent, ever-reckless, ever-disrespecting mother makes me want to slit my wrists. What makes me feel the worst is her self-centred behaviour. It’s her goals and her wishes above anybody else’s. It’s got to be her way. She steals money from my sister and I, she plays music on blast before 7 in the morning, she turns on air conditioning when it’s not even hot, she spends money on unnecessary makeup and clothes, she’s got the most random outbursts of anger or joy. What I can’t take is finally, after 17 years, seeing my father suffer in this marriage. The amount of unreasonable fights she picks with him is getting out of hand. I sometimes wonder what’s on his mind, the get scared of learning the answer. That crushes me to the ground. Lately, mum has been incredibly obnoxious. No one in the family can stand her any longer. Sometimes when we’re fighting, and I tell her to stop shouting at me and telling me the awful things she’s saying about my friends, she gets even angrier, approaches me and seems to be about to hit me. I wish she did. I wish she knocked me on the floor and cracked my skull open. Maybe that would make her snap back to reality and understand what she’s doing.