The hallway and draught hypocrisy

The mother has an issue with a draught coming through the hallway door.

Every time I leave the hallway door open, the mother rages up the hallway, yells at me, "you blood idiot, leaving the door open like that", slams the door shut and then she continues to yell at me as she goes back to the family room.

LayZ boy, on the other hand, leaves the doors all open, all the time and she says absolutely nothing to him.  He even leaves the hallway door open, plus the landing door open and the mother says nothing to him.

When I point it out, the fact that she says nothing to her son for doing the same thing I do, and for which she yells at me mercilessly, you know what her response is? "I didn't notice" An absolute lie. She notices all right. She just closes the door and says nothing to him.

It's just hypocrisy. If I do something like leave the hallway door open to get our rooms heated, the mother acts like I have committed a heinous crime. When her son LayZ boy does it, the mother pretends he didn't and says nothing.

To illustrate even more just how hypocritical this behaviour it, when the mother and step-father go to bed, she then opens the hallways door herself, so her room can get heated. Selfishness to the extreme!

There is no major draught coming through. The mother just likes to create drama and blame me for everything, but does not say anything to her son LayZ boy.

It's just such major hypocrisy, as per usual.

LayZ boy gets a free pass to behave how he wants

My mother constantly makes excuses for her son LayZ boy.

No matter what LayZ boy does, she wont chastise him at all. Ever.

LayZ boy walked through the family room to the balcony to have his cigarette and then walked straight back through, leaving a horrible smell of cigarette smoke in his wake. I was there, as was our mother and step-father.

The mother proceeds to have a quiet word with LayZ boy about him, to tell him yet again, in a totally civil manner, that he cannot go through the family room to have his cigarettes smoking session on the balcony. Of course, she will be nice to him about it, because that is how she talks to him, all the time.

Yet, on the other hand, if I leave a door open, she start raging up the hallway, yelling at me and slams the door shut and rages down the hallway, continuing with her yelling.

She behaves like I have done the most heinous thing in the world, that leaving a door open is just unbelievably bad. Yet, when her son leaves a smell of cigarettes in the family room (which, while it does not make her ill, she does not like the smell) that is nothing. She wont ever rage at him for anything. Ever.

And earlier, when he left all the doors open, she said nothing. She just closed the door. And that was only because I was in the same room as her and LayZ boy had just gone through that door, so obviously it was him who left the door open.

Hypocrisy? Yes, totally.

It's always like that with her. She gives LayZ boy a free pass to say and do what he pleases and doesn't realise that that will only make him behave worse.

And the galling thing is that she wont ever admit the hypocrisy of her actions. She constantly makes excuses for her son and rages on at me.

Lovely family that I have huh?

The constantly lying mother who has no self-awareness

Today, my mother asked me for the car keys for my step-father's as she claimed she didn't have another set and needed to take the car, as my step-father took her car to run his errands. Of course she was lying, because he has another set of keys, which she could have taken, but she just wanted to take the keys from me legitimately this time, as she thought she would not sneak in my bedroom to look through my handbag to take the keys furtively without my knowledge.

I asked her if she would give me the keys back when she returned and she said she would, but I didn't believe her. I told her, that "I'll believe it when I see it, when you return back to see if you actually are telling me the truth."

Around dinner time, I asked her where the car keys were and her response was: "They're my keys, not yours."  So, basically, I was right, she lied to get the keys from me because I told her I wouldn't be paying for all of the registration costs for a car I don't own.

She just cannot stop lying. And then she has to justify her lies with more lies.

She then told me they "gave" my brother, LayZ boy their old van and as he didn't have enough money (he never does) to register it immediately, he had to do so after three weeks. I asked her how she could use that as an example when my step-father's car is not in my name - it's not my car. She realised she couldn't win with that angle, because there was absolutely no bearing on the discussion, she didn't say anything, probably thinking about what else she could try to justify herself. She continued to tell me I had to pay for registration costs if I wanted to drive it and I continued to tell her to forget about it.

She then went to the sun room, in a rage, to bitch and complain about me to my step-father. And when I told her to stop bitching about me, she proceeds to tell me that, "your step-father asked me why we were arguing and I had to tell him". Again lying. She purposely walked in there to complain about me and she started bitching about me to him, without any prompting from him.

She came back into the kitchen, where I was preparing some vegetables to roast and continued to complain to me about the car. I kept telling her she outright lied to me, then she went to bitch about me behind my back to my step-father to inflame him even more, as she knows he will be nasty and say all sorts of things to me. She didn't like that because of course I was calling her out on her lies.  She also told me I had no right to have the keys - when she gave to them and told me to take them before. Now she decides to rescind that, by lying about it. If she was honest and asked me for the keys honestly, I would give them to her. They're not my keys, it's not my car and I only drive it when I have permission to do so. I don't just forcibly take the keys!

Then, like a nutcase, she tries to put her arms around me and tell me, "mummy still loves you" like I am a recalcitrant 5-year old child that needs pacifying! I told her to leave me alone, that I did not want her touching me when she was just bitching about me less than a minute ago. How insane is this woman! And before I walked out of the room I told her that with a family like mine, I certainly did not need enemies. Her face changed to deep concern when I said that because something must have reached inside through her delusions to make her realise just what a bitch she is being to me.

The hypocrisy of this family is unbelievable

Yesterday, my mother had the audacity to tell me she "had" to use my computer because she needed to access the Internet to do some searches - she told me she had a number of searches she needed to do to find some items she was researching and that I needed to let her use it.

Yes that's right, she didn't ask, she told me that she had to use it, like I had no choice in the matter at all. Un-fucken-believable!

I told her I was busy right at that moment, so she again told me to let her know when the computer was free so she could use the Internet.

Of course I wasn't happy about this. She wont let me use her car, but expects to use my computer for hours to do some searches for some things she needs to find. What hypocrisy that is!

Earlier, when I asked her if I could use one of the cars to get to the post office to pay a bill, she told me that I had to pay for all of the registration costs before I would get the car. I told her that was not fair for me to pay for the whole of the registration costs when (a) it is not my car, not in my name and (b) I don't drive it every day and (c) I have to ask them when I can use it, because they have first right to it.

After a little while, I went to the kitchen, where she was washing dishes to confront her about this hypocrisy. I asked her how did it work for her to the use the Internet on my computer, when she wouldn't even let me use the car to make a trip to the local post office, which is only a few minutes drive away from their house.

Her answer: "It's different. The computer is nothing and the car costs money."

Oh. My. God. Her flagrant hypocrisy in unbelievable!

Everything is "different" when it comes to her. She has one set of rules for her and one set of rules for everyone else and then another set of rules for me!

I pay money for electricity and I pay money for Internet costs each month (which no-one else contributes any costs), so the computer is not free and it's not different. And besides which, if you ask someone permission to use their property, you are basically asking them to do you a favour. Now when you wont return the favour by refusing their request, how is that fair? That is not fair at all!

I told her that I wouldn't be giving her access to my computer and I would be taking the bus, which I did.

The vulgarity and hypocrisy of my family

They really are awful people sometimes, really awful.

My mother gets so pissed off at me if I leave the hallway door open and rages and yells at me, but if my brother does the same thing, she says nothing to him and in fact when I remind her, she just makes excuses for him, just letting him do whatever he wants as usual, but having a different set of rules for me.

Always hypocritical. And when I tell her that it's not fair that she tells me off for doing something that he does, she tells me that it's different somehow for him and then gets into an argument with me, telling me that I should not have done it anyway. It's always like that. He gets her complete acquiescence for whatever he does (or does not) do and me, I am blamed for everything. If there are a few glasses on the sink or plates in the sink, she will tell me off for not washing them, even if they are mostly his dirty dishes and say, only one glass or one plate is mine, it doesn't matter. He is allowed to leave his dirty dishes in the sink and nothing is said to him because he doesn't need to wash anything. In fact, if he leaves dirty dishes both of my parents blame me for the dishes, they don't believe me when I tell them the dirty dishes are not even mine. It's infuriating, to say the least.

And to make it even worse, LayZ boy loves to spit in the kitchen sink, not in the hole in the sink, but anywhere in the sink, then he turns the tap on to get rid of his spit. When I inform my mother that he does this, she proceeds to tell me that because she has never seen him do it, therefore he does not do it, so I must be lying. And if she asks him about (because of course she doesn't believe me, but she will nicely ask him) he then gets upset that I told her and will antagonise me even more than usual, he'll say even more of his abusive crap to me because in his mind, I have dared to make him look bad in front of is mother and he wants her to continue to do what he wants. LayZ boy thinks he is above any consequences for his actions because his mummy taught him that. She taught him that he can do no wrong in her eyes. Great huh?

In addition to spitting in the kitchen sink, LayZ boy also spits on the ground wherever he happens to be walking. Every few minutes, he'll just spit. Yuck! He also snorts like a pig, inhaling his snot in his nose and swallowing it wherever he is, at home or out in public, every so often, really loudly.  Yuck,

And my mother, well of course she farts and burps really loudly at home and laughs about it, because to her it's a big joke to make noises come out of your body (she still acts like she is a child). She tries not to do it in public, but when she is at the shops with me, she sometimes lets out a big burp and acts all embarrassed, but laughing all the same. Obviously LayZ boy learnt all of his disgusting habits from our mother and from her not ever chastising him for his gross behaviour. Lovely family.

No wonder I have always felt like I never fitted in with them - that's because I don't!

Now all the neighbours will know about my family!

Well at least my outburst tonight achieved something positive - by telling my neighbour everything that I could tell him (before the police came) meant that I have started to expose my mother for the big hypocritical liar she is.

I told my neighbour about the fact that my mother took me to an exorcist twice when I was younger, because she thought I was possessed by the devil.  Apparently, according to my mother if I didn't drop whatever I was doing to wash the dishes I would get a beating.  That was normal according to her.  But according to me, that was vile and abusive and it made me run away all the time.  And according to my mother, that meant I was possessed by the devil.  She is sick in the head.

I also told my neighbour that how my family behaves in front of other people is not the way they behave to me and that it's just been abuse and violence all my life with them.

I also told my neighbour that my step-father still tries to beat me up, but that my mother gets in his way to stop it and then after that she comes to me and tells me it's all my fault that my step-father got angry and that before he goes all crazy, she inflames him.

I also told my neighbour how my brother assaulted me and that my mother betrayed me by lying to the police about it, basically giving my brother permission to continue behaving that way.

I also told my neighbour that my brother physically pushed me (as did my father) because they were angry with me and took out their anger on me and that my mother wont let my step-father say anything to my brother, wont let anyone say anything to him, because as far as she is concerned, my brother does nothing wrong, yet it's fine to bash one me.

I know my mother is totally pissed off with me for revealing all the "family secrets" - the truth about their abuse - to a neighbour who she knows well.  Good, let them know she is not the sweetness and light fake person she makes out she is and that my step-father is not the jovial, happy joker he make out he is and that my brother is not the quiet, shy person he make out he is in public.  Oh how the liars are being revealed now!

It's about time the neighbourhood knew the truth about my family!  It's time for people around them to know who they really are.