29/08 — Dear diary, I hate my mom. | by tmiPrincess | Aug, 2025

I came back. Hi everyone (girl no one is reading is) I’m here to rant.

You’re gonna allow me to complain about my mom and my sister. Yes you read that right. This is officially the 22 year old version of writing on your diary “I HATE MY MOM”.

If you haven’t read my “eldest daughter” poem, first of all, don’t; second of all you might not know that I have been feeling a bit of frustration after being back home for the first time in years. Now, I’m not living home with my family just moved back to my hometown and I’m living at my dad’s apartment, but he doesn’t live here anymore. I hope it makes sense. I’ve been the closest to my family I’ve ever been since I was 15 tho which is a massive change to say the least.

For starters, I’ve had a record of having intermitent periods of no contact with my family the same way you do with your ex (yes i’m projecting). So it’s fair to say that the family relationship has never been baby skin smooth, more like teenage forhead (we laugh about trauma here if you can’t make fun of it go away).

One thing about what I call home is that is a “women only” household. It has always been my mom, my younger sister and me. My mom and my sister are quite alike in some ways and I, of course, am more like my dad (i have and always will deny that but dirty mouths like to say that). My mom is a very sensitive woman (in that we are identical) who lives far away from her family. She is sensitive in a different way than me tho, I tend to get mad while she tends to “break down” a bit, and yes she will go on episodes of rage but she will most probably end up crying after five minutes because she can’t handle it. My sister is very Princessy in a chaotic way, meaning she will have her stuff everywhere, lots of stuff, and doesn’t like to get her hands dirty at home. She is the youngest one of the family and doesn’t do well when you give her any negative feedback. Whatever she does is apparently hilarious, and she is funny don’t get me wrong but let’s just say the boundries for us two are very different.

Now after this character introduction let me explain the bullshit that pissed me off this week. For context I’m pmsing okay ? So I’m already struggling to keep it together. For more context, my blood is hotter than the sun’s ass crack. I have a temper and it will show on my tone whenever I’m speaking about something that makes me mad. Same way as I will be excited as shit for whatever that makes me happy. It’s a double edge sword having boiling hot blood.

You should also know (if you read my entries which I know you do not) that I’m remodelling my room, aka, it’s a mess. I was organizing the wardrobes and there were tons of clothes of my sister and my dad’s wife everywhere, clothes that they don’t even know they own. So, I put all my sister’s clothes in a bag and took it to my mom’s so she could check what she wants to keep or donate. A massive bag, okay ? Okay. I see my mom that same afternoon and she goes “Girl why would you put clothes in that bag that are not even hers ? AND HER WINTER PIJAMA WHY IS THE PIJAMA IN THAT BAG”. What happened to hello ? How are you ? Giiiiirl I got pissed. I. Got. Pissed. You mean to tell me that I had a massive bag worth of clothes everywhere in that closet and you are gonna complain cause I put the stupid pijama in between of all the other scheisse ? You must be kidding. ALSO you should know that all the clothes were in fact my sister’s, she just has so many of them that my mom didn’t even know those pieces existed.

I move on tho cause I’m making improvements, a year ago I would have left. Like, the country. But I move on and I go home to hang out with her for a bit. Surprise ! For maybe the fourth time this whole summer my sister was home (mind you she is underage but whatever go have fun queen, summer vibes mermaid or whatever). “WHY DID YOU PUT MY PIJAMA IN THE BAG ? AND THERE ARE A PAIR OF PANTS THAT ARE NOT MINE”. Plane tickets now. To where ? I don’t care. It’s not that I was pissed, no, I felt like pissing on her bed that is what I felt like ffs. You mf haven’t done sht this summer, like every summer (yes I find it unfair because I was always the one cleaning home and cooking during summer while my mom was working and taking care of the annoying piece of slimey snot that was my sister), and you have the nerve to complain because during my third hour of home cleaning I took your stinky dusty winter ass pijama ? Entschuldigung ? (i’m not german btw, but deutsch is fun and that means “excuse me” keep up).

Fair to say I start raising my voice a bit but beacuse I was complaining about the hard work that I’ve been putting into my bedroom (dirty minds gather up). To what my sister says “RELAAAX no one said anything”. Now, we must all agree here, that telling someone to relax is an act of war. She said it 4 times back to back. To relax. Each time she said it I was less and less relaxed. Now this is what is annoying about “relax” (i’m hitting the keyboard so hard i can’t take myself serious, the facial expressions too). People mistake me raising my voice and conveying emotions with being mad at them. I’m not mad at you, my lovely mom and sister, I’m just complaining about a situation that doesn’t involve you. Let me live. Let me be mad and complain, if it’s not too much to ask. Do not tell me to relax because then I take it as a personal attack. What can I say, yes I’m dramatic. I mean I’m sorry but why would you care about how I feel about something unrelated to you ? Am I annoying you ? Cause now you told me to relax and I feel like I’m causing trouble. I don’t think I did.

Well I removed myself form the situation by politely leaving the house. BUT NEXT DAY I go see my mom again cause she had to drive me to pick up the base bed I had ordered. During the drive she makes fun of me for wanting an storage box to put all my winter clothes in. To what I say “you could only wish that your other daughter wanted an storage box to organize her crap”. She is shameless enough to say “she does organize, whenever she gets inspired to, same as you”. SAME AS ME ? EXCUSE ME, MA’AM, WHAT DO YOU FUCKING MEAN ? Already not up to a good start no. But okay sure.

During the drive back I ask her if she could help me lift the bed frame in order to place it in the direction that I want it to be. I need to lift it because it will not fit other wise I know it doesn’t make a lot of sense but it does. She refuses because she doesn’t want to ruin my walls in case she fucks up. Which okay mom but I would rather have scraped walls than no bed but okay whatever. That already made me spiral into how I always get no help and then I get made fun of for always being a mess. Like, yes I’m a mess but because I don’t have the energy to care about my hair, clothes and what not after trying to lift a double size bed on my own or whatever other sidequest is on the calendar for the day.

Whatever. To finish it all she goes on a full 20 minute ted talk about how I have to stop swearing because I’m gonna be working as an English teacher with kids and shit and I should not be swearing. Woman. I’ve been working as a waitress, so public facing, for four years, I think I’ve mastered the art of containing the nasty language don’t you think ? Also why is it that when it’s my sister the one saying “butt tits poop” it’s funny but when I say it I get a VIP pass to hell ? Like the bodyguard of down there is gonna be like “I know her, let her through I know her”. COME OOOON. Jesus fuck.

This is the thing, everyone in my family is a whooore for drama. Everyone. That creates great chaos over ridiculous nonsense as you see. Anyways I’ve been feeling like a child lately which I will write in a deeper way probably some day when my mind gets back to running in a more normal pace. And since I’ve been feeling like a child I feel like it’s apropiate to complain like one.

I hope this was at least entertaining. It entertained me. Now I’m gonna put some of my shit together cause my boyfriend is coming. So I’ll leave it for today.

Bye.