Sorry if this is a bit all over the place. Please bear with me and I will try to sum up things where I can. Today is my son’s 5th birthday. All was well for the majority of the day, until the party started dying. At this point I went over to talk to my mother. We started talking about the past, and about how much she loves her dogs. As she continues, I feel a bit of anger. Starting when I was way back in 5th grade, my mom got her first chihuahua. She loved it. So did I! But then, she got another one. Then they got a teacup chihuahua. 3 tiny dogs in the house within 5 months. At first, I didn’t mind! More pets to love! Then my parents (especially my mother) started showing affection to the dogs. Real affection. Me? I barely got a “how was school” or a pathetic side hug. I started noticing that my parents really loved those dogs to the point where I questioned if they loved me. A few months go by, and the teacup chihuahua gets pregnant by one of the un-neutered males and gives birth to 2 more chihuahuas. 5 chihuahuas. Over time I start to build a resentment towards those “dogs”. Fast forward some years, I’m an adult, and their first chihuahua passes away. My mother is absolutely heartbroken. Dad asks me if I could help him get her a min pin pup to lift her spirits. I’m hesitant but eventually I agree because I hate hearing that my mother is sad. She fell in love instantly and named it Dory. Flash forward again. It’s my son’s 5th birthday. She’s talking about how much she loves her dogs. That they are so precious to her and would never do anything to hurt them. I tell her “Mom, this is why I always think that you love your dogs more than me”. I was hoping to hear denial, or at least a confused “what”, no. Without hesitation my mom says, “Well I love Dory more than you”. I pause. Again, I was hoping for her to immediately say that she was kidding, that of course she loves her actual child more than a dog that her child helped get for her. Instead she continued on with her love for her min pin. My heart sank into my stomach. Those unbelievable words echoed in my ears and I snapped. I immediately told her to get out of our house. She was confused of course. Stunned that I actually told her what I think about her love for those creatures. I repeated her words back to her and at that point, she tried to back track. Saying that she was kidding and that she obviously doesn’t love those dogs more than me because otherwise she wouldn’t have shown up to her grandsons birthday. I snap again telling her that I would never tell my kids that I love someone or something else more than them. Not even as a joke. That my whole life I always felt second place to dogs that couldn’t even protect a dust bunny under the couch. She continued on, saying things like “my dogs are my babies” and “they are all I have”. Mind you, she has 4 kids, 3 kids in law, and over 10 grandkids. They are not all she has. They are just all she cares to notice or give time to. At this point, I’ve had enough. I told her to “F off” and to go home and see how much her dogs tells her that they love her at night. She argued back saying “My dogs love me unconditionally”. My final words to her were “Stop feeding them. Let’s see how much they love you,” before she left my house. After she left I held onto my husband (who was there for the whole thing but didn’t know how to intervene). I cried telling him how bad those words actually hurt. How bad that, even though I kind of knew all along, my mom really does love her dogs more than me really felt. That whole saying about “Sticks and stones” isn’t true. In fact, sometimes words can hurt more than any physical pain. It killed me knowing how little my own mother thought of me. That I am below a dog in her eyes… So Reddit AITAH for kicking my mom out during my son’s 5th birthday because she said she loved a dog more than me?