My mother, the Mad

The bitch has struck again. My mother is mad-ass crazy. And I literally mean it. I think she's psychologically unbalanced and she need professional help. She can hurl insults about others to herself for an hour or two even when she knows no one's listening. She'll got berserk if you ever critize one bit of her. It's like for every critism you give, you'll get a hundred-folds in return. She's always threatening to kill herself. And today, exceptionally, she threatened to kill me with a burning hot iron. Besides the attempted physical assualt, there's also the mental bit. Her acid tongue almost got me driving a knife into my heart, 'cos I feel I've lost the purpose to live.

I've decided to look for some family counselling programmes to analyse if my mom is really unsound up there. We can't go on like that. I've been through 22 years of hell. It has got to stop. Somewhere. Somehow.