Great, so, not only has my mother lost, hidden or thrown away the fitted bottom sheet for my favourite sheet set, I now find that she has lost, hidden or thrown away my blue hibiscus duvet cover. I can find the matching pillowcases (one of them drenched in cat piss so I’ll just wash them all) but there is no sign of the cover.
This is one reason why I HATE having no option but living here: none of my stuff is safe. My mother will move it and fuck around with it without ever asking my permission (if I am out when she wants to fuck around she won’t wait until I get home or even TEXT ME about it) and when I can’t find things I want, things I bought with MY MONEY when I HAD money, things that are the little I have of a LIFE OF MY OWN, and I ask her what she’s done with them, she acts all reproachful and hurt like this is a really unreasonable question and how can I expect her to know a thing like that with all she has on her plate.
HOW ABOUT YOU TAKE MOVING MY THINGS OFF YOUR PLATE THEN.