Well, I told my mom, and she told my dad. She didn't kick me out of the house, although I think it would be better if she did. Everytime I walk into a room I feel like she's judging me, seeing what could have "gone wrong" in the way she raised me. And when my dad gets home we are probably going to talk about it. I will try to explain to them that I didn't choose this way of life... I don't know how they're going to take it, but I hate how my mom is treating me right now. Words of support?
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