Mom found my newly bought hash stash

>mom found my newly bought hash stash
>had only smoked one joint
>$120 dollars wasted
>will have to spend another $120 tomorrow to restock on my self-medication
Fucking retarded praying-to-Jehovah bitch ugly slut. She forced me to carry one of those ''no blood transfusions plz'' cards throughout childhood, to make sure I died if I ever got in an accident, and NOW she's suddenly concerned about her adult sons well-being. I hate her so fucking much. Life is so fucking shitty and there is nothing to live for.

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>She forced me to carry one of those ''no blood transfusions plz'' cards throughout childhood, to make sure I died if I ever got in an accident
what the fuck

This is actually a thing desu. You should look up the law in Canada on Jehovah and no blood transfusion cards. It's fucking wild

That's what Jehovah's Witnesses do. It was signed by two of the 'elders' and her, and I kept it in my wallet. The purpose is to make doctors not use real blood if I were to get in an accident that required it. It says to only use blood substitutes, which, according to what I've heard, should be readily available but I haven't researched it. In case it isn't available, I would be dead in such a case.

I know that feel of having a religious fundamentalist mom that doesn't let you do anything. best advice I can give you honestly is to move out as soon as you can, she will put her religion over you everytime because satisfying some fictional all-powerful being in the clouds by following an endless list of stupid rules at all times is more important than the well-being or happiness of their own flesh and blood. I will never understand how religious nutters take their bullshit religions so seriously instead of extracting the useful materials and concepts and not bothering with the rest.

Hide it in the expansion bay of the old phat PS2. Everyone who smoked weed as a teenager seems to know this trick. How old are you OP? But yea fuck that bitch, I pity you. My parents stopped trying when I was 18/19 which shows they respect me.

>can afford $240 of hash in two days
>can't afford rent

PRIORITIES, MAN

I did this except it was in the modem bay of a Dreamcast. Kids are fucking sneaky.

why bother if you don't need to pay rent? I'd live at home and spend my money on hash too if I could do it.

It's a strange case with her. The only reason she's a Witness is because her first son (my older brother) is severly handicapped, blind, brain-damaged and helpless from birth. JW's convinced her that he will be healed of all this once Armageddon (aka Apocalypse for most of you) is done, and they will be living in disease-free Paradise in the after-life.

Her love of her first-born son (my brother) is directly responsible for her weird upbringing of me, her second son. I don't know how to fucking handle it. She's an, otherwise extremely nice, absolute cunt.

because he is getting shit from his parents, and the sooner your ass is independent, the better it is for both parties

I'm a 27 year old man-child, who shouldn't be living with his mom. Yes, I've known the PS2 trick since I started smoking cigs at age 13 hahah. Thanks for making me giggle. Sadly I only have a slim PS2 now, the hash smells a lot, and I smoke enough to make it a hassle.
I have a hiding spot in our barn (live in rented old farm house), but I suspect that I dropped it out of my pocket by our front door today right before I was supposed to hide it. She hasn't said anything about finding it, but I know she has.

well can't really argue with that point to be totally honest

Move out of her house, OP. Can't control you then

I could technically afford both, but it's a complex puzzle of finding a job and apartment near each other at the same time, dealing with my 8 year long depression and mental difficulties, never having been taught shit by my mother except 'Jehooovah Jeeehoovah we love you, loving powerful God Jehovaaah'. I simply don't know what the fuck to do, and no one supports me.

There are more reasons why I stay with her. She is very ill at the moment, and she wouldn't be able to stay here if I moved out. I help her with a bunch of things that she can't do, since her back is pretty worn out as well. If I move out, my older brother can't visit her anymore, because she needs me to lift him in and out of his wheelchair.

I have a gay fucking life and I have never met anyone remotely in the same situation as me. If I make it through to both my mother and brother dying, I'm building that exit bag on the spot. I just want to be dead and not think and worry anymore. There is no happiness to look forward to. I constantly worry who of them is going to die first, since both scenarios will be horrible.

My life is a potpourri bag of dumb fucking shit. My life is a constant fight to stay above water and not go insane. Why me? Why is my mother a JW? Why did she have to divorce my dad and move to another country? Why did my dad die of cancer when I was 12? Why is my half-sibling a drooling spastic in a diaper? Why am I the only one hearing hateful comments about a spastic brother, including 'friends' and my other half-siblings on my dad's side? Why does everyone else get girlfriends and job opportunities, marriage and even children out of nowhere? Why? Why can't I even enjoy a bit of weed in peace without having that taken away from me? Why am I the weird kid who had to attend boring religious meetings three times a week until I was 15, while the other kids had fun without me? Why couldn't I have a normal childhood? Why not someone else? Why not just have one of those bad things? Why all of them? I can't think of a single good thing in my life, and I can't complain either because people only give a shit if you got diddled or raped. My life is shit and no one agrees.

I wish I could fast forward to when my mother and brother are both dead. I want it so incredibly bad. I want to be dead soon. I have to either live to see my mother break down mentally from the death of her first-born, or live to be the sole family member of a spastic man which means paperwork, and having to live near the home where he lives. My life can't start before they are both dead, and it simultaneously ends at that point because I have no one to care about any longer. Life has got me in a perverse vice grip. Everywhere I look there is a person who isn't in my situation, or has ever heard of the things that make my life shit. I wish my brother had Down's Syndrome, just so my life could be a little less strange. What a fucking sentence to type out. I wish I could let myself get raped in the ass and have every other worry go away.

My brother gnaws and gnashes his teeth in a horrible way. It sounds so incredibly horrible, animalistic and disgusting. I didn't care when I was younger, but other people taught me that he is disgusting, so now I see him as disgusting. He constantly makes horrible mouth sounds and he looks so fucking stupid, the way his hands constantly fondling one another, while he taps his thumbnail on his front teeth making a constant clicking sound. And he goes EEEEEEUIGH. Then some slurps and another EEEEEEENNNNGH. He starts fidgeting because he shat his diaper again. It smells like fucking shit and he needs his diaper changed again. I can't do anything about his condition, and I can't manipulate myself into ignoring my disgust for this innocent human being who has done nothing wrong. He is not evil in any way. I'm evil and I need to die

I need my fucking hash so bad. She probably threw it out this time, because she hasn't mentioned finding it. Fucking cunt. I should throw out all her Jehovah shit books and shit CD's and shit pamphlets.

My dad didn't have to die from cancer. Some other fucking neet man-baby could've lost his dad. Sure he divorced my mom way before that, but I could've spoken with him on the phone. He was a good person, and he said a lot of shit that I agree with to this day. He was stronger and better than me though. I always wanted to be like him, but my mom divorced a strong provider, because Jehovah was a better solution. Let's make this life shitty, just in case there's an afterlife. Fuck making the most of this one, right? We are greedy. Coping is not enough. We want 100% utopia. Not that it would've mattered because the faggot went and died anyway. Probably better to have him out of the way. Imagine if I got even more attached to him before he croaked. Probably for the best that they divorced.

>27 years old
>still listening to his mommy
>allowing his mother to burn money
>believing in god

ahahaha
what a fucking cuckhold

im sure "god" will "help" her, if it is "his will"
if she dies its not your fault
it was "gods will"

fuck off and die you 70iq retard

>thinking I believe in God
at least I know how to fucking read

Again, learn to fucking read

you obviously do because you still bend over and take your poopy brothers cock and your cripple moms dick in your ass while not wanting to be punished so you sit around being a cuckhold for 27 years instead of growing the fuck up

have fun with your literal shit covered life xD

>babbys first troll

Shit that's a raw deal life cut you there. You're not an asshole, an asshole woulda' left his family and cut his losses. Do you have ANY spare time? Get out more if you can. Shit you shouldn't have to be born into a 24/7 care capacity.

I have more spare time than it sounds like. I just waste it all on worrying and hating myself. I try to get out more, but it feels weird. My mother obviously knows I have a weed addiction, so she constantly reminds me of that and gets really suspicious in her tone of voice and starts asking a bunch of questions whenI leave the house, even when I don't plan on buying weed. I have this constant surge of anxiety in my body when I'm away from the house. Plus she goes through my shit to see if I have any filters or papers to bust me on. I'm like a child