Its not my fault you couldn't pace yourself on your meds and spent all your money. Stop fucking…

Its not my fault you couldn't pace yourself on your meds and spent all your money. Stop fucking complaining about how you don't feel good how you need alcohol blah blah blah. My boyfriend is nice enough to let you smoke and drink his alcohol. Im getting so fed up with my mother its not even fucking funny. Yall can judge all you want but I needed to vent. Then she sits here saying she doesn't know why all her kids got taken away. Its seriously hard to not blow up in her face and ask her if its really that fucking hard for her to see she takes advantage of everything she can. Its nice she has gotten me things to help with the baby but its too fucking much for you to come in here with your dog, decide you're going to bring a kitten, take advantage of my boyfriend, and have the nerve to complain you need more. I regret letting her come so early. She isn't even leaving until the 4th. I don't know that I can deal with this much longer.