Mother Doesn't Always Know What's Best

It's no secret that my mom is crazy. I've seen her do things and just wonder why? What goes through your head when you yell at me about something you didn't do right? Why is it so hard to apologize when you know you're wrong? My mom is an emotional person, and she wears her emotions on her sleeve (did I say that right?). So I thought that when I MOVED OUT of her house, all the drama would end there. NO! It does not. But I do know this, I don't have to answer the phone when she calls or answer the door when she knocks, because I am no longer living under her roof. My mom could cut me off completely if she wanted to because she's crazy, and I wouldn't have a problem with it. Growing up in my home wasn't a piece of cake; my idea of walking on egg shells around an unstable person isn't my idea of fun. Some people might view it as disrespectful or defiant, but it's anything but. In some ways I raised myself, and my mom had a lot to do with that. I can blame my independence on her honestly. So it's no wonder why I won't let anyone bring me down, treat me any kind of way. And that's the way it is. So when she called earlier blowing on me it was the last straw in a sense. I'm 21, not 12. I guess people think that when you're a parental unit, using that tone is a way to intimidate a child. But guess what, I'm not a child. I can think for myself, fend for myself. And it's been that way since I was 16. My dad told me once, that when you start to think for yourself, you become the enemy. He said that about my mother. I don't like choosing sides, but he's right. Ever since I became of age, it's been on struggling battle after another: you don't do this right, you don't do that right, you're lazy, you don't take initiative, if you don't like it you can leave. So I did (and it only took Katrina). But even that isn't enough.