I(17F) had a really great relationship with my mom(40F) up until two or three years ago. My home life was always a little chaotic but we got along good, and she was a decent enough mom. It started going down hill when my twin kid brothers(10M) came into the picture. I don't have any resentment towards them at all, I love them very much and they're my entire world. All of my siblings are. But, my mom got into a relationship with a man who we'll call Randy(45M). As all toxic relationships go, he started off really nice. He was funny, and really liked me. Which is how my third brother came along who we'll call Steve(7M). I won't go into much detail about what me and my mom went through together but it was bad, and she ended up dumping him. Moving forward to more recently.. My mom got into a relationship with a new man, Victor. (42M), and again it started off similar. And then we had to move to a new place because my mom was on welfare, and they'd make us move a lot. I was about 11 or 12 at this point, and me and my siblings being very young we weren't aware of the substance abuse they started doing. And it only got so much worse after I hit about grade 8. My mom had two more kids, Sarah(5F) and Jonah(6M). And I was the main caregiver. I remember she was around the corner, and would yell at me for not cleaning or taking care of her kids. Me and my siblings started to lose weight dramatically, they were smoking something I will not name. And we constantly had to inhale the smoke of it, she would forget to feed us for days at a time. And all there was, rotting food. On the table, in the sink and in the fridge. Victor was very violent with my mom, they often stayed up till late hours of the night screaming at each other. And my siblings rightfully scared came to sleep with me. Me and my mother's relationship became quite strained, she even told me she regrets having me. Fast forward to very recently, she still isn't clean and has been homeless for two years. I get a call while in the middle of the night, and it's my brothers. My mom had told them that I was shot in the face, and that I was dead. I was shocked to say the least and very upset, my siblings were in such a panic. And now, I recently found out that the person who had me and raised me let her boyfriend lay her hands on my siblings after I left that hellhole. I stopped answering her calls, asking to hang out because it was all overshadowed by Victor. Who's been hitting and tormenting my mom for hanging out with me, he even got mad at her and hit her for trying to come take care of me because I had food poisoning. For more details, one night I was sitting in my grandmother's living room. Thankfully I am not with my mom anymore, more so between my grandmother and dad, my siblings were taken into custody and put into my grandmothers care. So, anyway. Me my mom, grandma(63F) were sitting together. And my mom comes back in with a cup of coffee, to which after my mom leaves the room my grandma tells me not to drink it. My mom has been known to put harmful cleaners in drinks because she believes it heals you. Don't ask, I have no clue why she thinks this. So upon further inspection, she put drain cleaner in both cups. So, AITAH?