"YOU'RE SUCH A SPOILED BRAT!"

"I ASKED FOR A SINGLE THING!" 

"YOU KNOW I CAN BARELY TAKE CARE OF YOU!"

"THEN WHY DONT YOU JUST PUT ME UP FOR ADOPTION, HUH?"

"THATS IT, ROMILDA! YOUR MOVING IN WITH YOUR GRANDPARENTS!"

Yup, just another every-argument. Except this time, she actully ment it. That's not very good.

Ever since my parents split up, my mother was always in a bad mood.  I guess she just really liked him. But the thing that REALLY bothers me is that she takes out all her anger on me. (As you can see in the first words on this page) I feel like she hates me.

And she really did mean what she said. My proof is that she told me to pack my bags after dinner. 

In case your wondering, here's a list of what I packed.

-All of my fitting clothes

-My pillow and blanket 

-A picture of my dad (NOT my mom)

-My candy stash

-Bathroom  essentials 

-My favorite jewelry 

-my phone and EarPods

-Passport

And that's it. Your probably thinking of a million other things I should of packed, but from what I've heard, my gramma and Grampa rich. 

I went down stairs and told my mom I was all packed. Here's our conversation.

"I'm all packed up, mom." 

"What did you pack?"

I showed her my list.

She said ok.

The next morning, I ate breakfast in silence. Except for when my mom said that and Uber would be here after I ate. I said ok. 

She was right about the Uber being here after I ate. There were no hugs and kisses, no "I'll miss yous" and not even a goodbye. My mom just said nothing as I let the house. 

Does she really hate me?