It's hit me today that we're basically homeless. Which is one letter away from hopeless. Which is exactly how I feel right now, heh.
I don't know what's going to happen. My mother refuses to hear from me about it so I'm just sitting quiet hoping she knows what she's doing. Earlier we stopped into a place, a place we had been looking at for a while, and she asked me if I could handle it.
I told her "this place scares me," and made it clear I didn't feel safe there. She told me "I can't base where I live on whether or not you're scared." Then she decided she's not comfortable with the place, and later told my sister "I don't want to leave my child there."
I pretty much took this is as meaning that things only affect me when she decides they do. And anytime I ask what's going to happen, she yells at me, tells me to mind my own business, tells me not to worry, etc. I feel like everything is going downhill and she's not helping.