(I was 13)(First time posting like this sorry if it’s kinda wonky) So this was a few months ago. Around 6 maybe, and before this all happened. The weekend before I went back to my moms house I was spending the weekend at my uncles and on after I left to go to my moms I arrived there and my mom was there along my brother. I said hi to them and I went outside for like 20 mins to go do something (I forgot) and I came back in (keep in mind I had moved my room around to the way I liked) I went to my room and saw my room was changed around by my mom. I told her “Why did you move my room around?” She said something along the lines of “It was trashed!” I was really mad at her and when she walked out she called me a disrespectful prick. I had so much trouble moving my bed and beanbag in my room to their original locations and she would watch me from my door. I tend to shut everyone out when I’m mad because when I’m frustrated I just want to be alone. She kept calling my name while I was behind something and I ignored her 4 times, . Then like 20 mins later she said WHILE PACKING CLOTHES “I’m done with this house” and “I don’t care what happens to it” (she wasn’t packing clothes in a bag she was just getting them out and taking them somewhere) I come out of my room to get a drink and everyone is gone. I felt abandoned and scared, so I texted my dad what happened and he came to pick me up. He got there and picked me up and we went to his house. When we get there I go to sleep because I was exhausted I hadn’t slept the night before. And I wake up to my mom yanking the sheets of me and screaming at me. She scared me so much and in the car back to her house she kept screaming at me telling me she wasted gas on me and all that. We got back to her house and she made me carry like 3 walls of drywall across the road to the abandoned house from us. I go back inside my room and just sit there. I attempted to fix it up some more but I couldn’t. Hour or so later she comes in and tells me in the most creepy way ever “I took work of tomorrow so we can bond.” I said no because I was obviously scared and she saw that too. She said “yes” after I said no and went to the front room were my brother was and I overheard “he was crying!” And they both laughed at that. Months later I tried telling them what was bothering me and a whole nother argument came (I brought this up). But that’s what all happened and I’ve been wondering if any of this was my fault. Almost each time I look at her this just pops up. But like. That’s really all (I don’t know how to finish these srry).