Way to be, hypocrite

My mom's been pestering me lately about how I have some form that she needs for tax purposes. A form that I don't have. She starts screaming at me (via email) about how I don't respond to emails in a timely fashion, because it takes all of two minutes, and then gets pissed off at me for having an attitude when I explain that (a) I work over forty hours a week and barely have time to do my homework and (b) I don't have this form. It kinda reminds me of when I was a kid and she would start screaming at me. I would yell back so I could actually be heard, and then I would get DON'T YOU DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE AT ME!! screamed in my face.

More and more, I've been getting the feeling that I no longer have a place to call home. I graduate May 18, and I get kicked out of the dorms less that 24 hours later. I've been offered shelter at the bf's house, but he'll be moving all his crap home from the dorm then too, and even without the boxed clutter there's probably not enough space for a futon.

When most people hear about my issues in getting along with my parents (which is a very long story I won't get into now), they hear my side of the story before taking my side and offering support. This year, Christmas Eve was held at my aunt and uncle's house. I was the first one to get there. My aunt brought up some of this stuff, described how my mom was bitching about it, said she felt like it would be a great topic to avoid that night, and offered me a place to stay if I needed it. And this is without hearing my side of the story. They have a big house in a residential area and don't have any kids or pets, aside from one of the guest bedrooms being filled with stuffed Elmos. I might have to take them up on this offer until I can find a place of my own.

[insert pause here]

I just looked up their phone number on whitepages.com. I'll think about it.