So, I'm leaving my mom's house soon. Its been 22 years of progressively worsening emotional abuse from her, though there is no longer the crap from dad too. A friend of mine is moving into her own house, and once she is settled in, moving into the basement, God willing. I'll pay rent, babbysit her kid, and she's gonna help me learn how to do adult things, like driving and taxes; everything my mom has never had the time to help me with. Its always, "you're really putting me out, having to taxi you around" but literally every time I try to set up a test so I can get my permit, she bitches at me that there's no time, or she's too tired, or she doesn't want me taking the bus because it's dangerous.
She takes every opportunity to remind me how useless women are, how a female has no place in a leadership role, be it chef or manager or teacher, and that I need to get married and obey my husband and make children.
And that she owns me until I am married off. And no one will want to marry me, because I am fat, and mean, and boistrous, and angry.
I am angry.
I talked with the bishop, laid out my plan, asked if I was just imagining things. Mom tries to keep me in check by making literally everything I do or say seem like a show of disrespect and a sin. Well, the bishop says she's wrong. She has no hold on me on any moral ground.
A lot of those times that I didn't receive because I was a sinner and hadn't gone to confession, I could have. I wasn't sinning, not even venial, yet mom twisted it all to seem like I was a constant mortal sinner.
I've got an ally she can't argue with and keep her facade as so much holier than me.