I posted in the WTT forum, and that tells part of the story. The long and the short of it is that I'm tired of my mom. I've mad that she's never apologized for the horrendous things she said to me, nor has my grandpa. I mean, not that I really want one of her fake azz apologies after she told me how she really feels if you know what I mean. They want me to wait forever to have a baby. They think Taylor was going to ruin my life. Not having Taylor has ruined my life. After she goes about giving her unsolicited opinion once again I just lost it. About 20 mins after she left my room. I started to yell at the top of my lungs. She tried to come in and I forced the door shut and locked it. I screamed, I threw stuff, I messed up my room pretty good. I think I destroyed my fan lol. I'm sure some glass broke. Well, I don't think she'll be messing with me the rest of the night. I feel like I could just haul off and hit that bitch. I'm sorry, but that's what she is and sometimes you just have to be real and call a spade a spade.