Got attacked for opening a can of tuna. Narc mom says I’m not even her kid lmao

I just emotionally crashed and needed to vent. I was in the kitchen making a salad and opened a can of tuna — but it looked off and disgusting, clearly not safe to eat. I calmly asked my mom, “Should I throw it away, or do you want to use it?”

Instead of a normal answer, she lets out this heavy, dramatic sigh and starts going off on me. Calls me a disappointment, says I waste everything, that I’m crazy for opening it in the first place. I tried to defend myself and said, “It’s just tuna, I didn’t commit a crime,” and I raised my voice because I was DONE.

Then she flips into her usual fake victim act — saying “the neighbors will hear,” accusing me of making the house disgusting since I came back, and literally runs away like I physically hurt her. And then, the cherry on top: she tells me I’m not even her kid.

Big sigh. I wish I could choose my parents and family from the bottom of my imagination. I really, really wish.

My mom is emotionally abusive. My dad keeps running from responsibility. And my siblings? They act like haters half the time. It’s like I’m alone in a house full of people who want to break me down for just existing.

Honestly, I think one of the deepest reasons I don’t want kids is because of this. Even if I had so much love to give, I couldn’t risk even the slightest chance of making a child feel how I’ve felt growing up. No one deserves this kind of emotional chaos.

Thanks for reading if you made it this far. I just needed to feel less alone — like I’m not the crazy one.