i probably don't understand because it's something i wouldn't do¿

being confused about how someone can fake a condition like illiteracy and live with themselves is JUST ONE of the things that confuses me about my victim of a mom. i'm also confused about why she isn't more supportive to her own children. i say that because a long time ago, when i was living in burnsville and she used to pick me up from my place and bring me to my grandma's house so i could get my nails done and see my grandma because i stayed at HER (my grandma's) place to see her every other weekend when i went to the town my grandma and mom lived in. she made a snooty comment about how i had a "better apartment" than she did (when i lived in burnsville- she hasn't been to any of my recent apartments i've lived in because she don't like driving in the cities and my grandma isn't here to force her to bring me to her place- no loss). from what i hear (from my sidekick), it's a hole and i'm not missing much. I worked for EVERYTHING i've got. i don't sit in my apartment, smoking cigarettes, drinking pepsi and whining for things i want- LIKE OTHER PEOPLE. when i haven't been a receptionist- i was out searching for jobs and working out privately (walking and doing stretches, range of motion exercises). you can't expect to get ANYTHING if you just sit idle- DOING NOTHING TO STAY CONSTRUCTIVE AT ALL. then, they have the audacity to be unsupportive and uncaring to anyone close to them who is ACTUALLY trying to help themselves and in some cases- other people as well- to the point i'd almost consider it a bit jealous. i feel like i wrote about this exact same thought a while ago but it's not going away because i see my mom and/or my sister spying on me (this particular blog and facebook). i don't really understand what kind of fulfillment they get from this. you're just irritating me and i DON'T forget things that irritate me- brain injury or not. i should and i'm going to- just totally disconnect myself from you dicks one day, just like jay ignores your stupid asses. i'm pretty sure i have everything i need for work and someone tried to enter my apartment a few hours ago (i could hear them turning the knob and trying to push the door)- so i gotta be sure to lock the door when i leave. someone actually opened the door yesterday when my ics worker was here and i thought it was fredrick- because he often just walks in but no one actually walked in the door since i'm sure they heard people in my apartment. oh well. just need to remember to lock my door at all times- which i actually forget to do every now and then. plus, i'm thinking about calling the apartment in boston that i looked at and they told me my waiting list # but i'm sure they'll eventually recognize my voice (probably because of my accent) and i hope i don't annoy them with my persistence. i forgot if i registered for any other housing establishment/companies in boston but i more than likely did with my ics. i'm getting out of my family's comfort zone bubble. my family is unsupportive, uncaring, and selfish (except joe, of course).