Earlier today I finally made a post about my relationship with my mother and it's come back to stab me in the back.

The link to that post for context and reference or just find it on my profile I guess: previous post

TLDR: I work for my mum, and I am being berated for something work related after my work hours and it triggered her to my failures of my lack of aid around the house. Now, I consider moving out quietly.

I (20F) am seriously deliberating whether I should quietly move out of my mother's (Carol, 57F) house and into my boyfriend's (Ollie, 20M) family's house.

I'm writing this in-between what I hope my mother will see as tidying, and is actually packing, so apologies if it is a bit scrambled.

I was gardening and Carol came outside to announce that I had done something wrong at work, by changing the wording of something or cutting out information without running it by her first, my mistakes in our home life then contributed to another decibel of noise.

And then she said it didn't matter because she was going inside to make dinner, and she didn't want to put her bad mood onto me.

I finished what I was doing and then tried to go inside to help out but the back door locked, tried the front, also locked. Initially I though she was doing it intentionally (that has happened several times before) but she let me in.

At first dinner was only awkward, plates clattered onto the table, everything done in that particular way that you know the other person is upset.

Then she started, pointing out, in-between bites of food, that my work was lacking and I clearly didn't love the product (which is true, I don't, I however do like making the information to read about it more access and easier to digest).

Here's where I am probably the a-hole (Pt1):

She continued to point out I don't help enough around the house, especially because it's just the two of us and the dog. The only things I do consistently is walk the dog in the afternoon and do the dishes after dinner. Anything else I do, I have to be told, sometimes I'll take initiative to vacuum or clean the toilets, but it isn't weekly.

I admit, I'm not good at keeping my space neat and tidy. I prefer a tidy room, but there are always doom piles everywhere that I swear I will get to at some point. I can't help it, I've tried making a cleaning schedule so I don't feel overwhelmed, but nothing has worked.

When she was finally finished she asked "do you have anything to say?"

And I replied, "to which part?"

She repeated her question, and I explained that i was asking whether she meant about work or about home. Which led her to saying: "See this is the problem, you dont communicate with me."

Carol didn't seem to understand how me asking a question IS COMMUNICATION and trying to clear up a misunderstanding so I can accurately answer. She kept interrupting when I tried to explain when I tried explain my reasoning.

More back and forth led to her asking me: "When are you going to stop making my life sour".

I don't want to make her life sour, but if I told her I would move out, she would see it as some kind of manipulation strategy, like I'm playing the victim rather than that I genuinely want to move out, have been looking for a reason to move out(for a long time), AND that it would be a viable solution for her issue.

That's about as much as I can remember happening before she left and I tidied the kitchen, went upstairs and well here we are 3 hours later.

Here's where I'll probably be the a-hole (Pt2):

I'm currently packing with the intent to slowly move my things across to Ollie's house after confirmation from him and his parents that they are okay with me moving in. It'll be really difficult to pull off considering she works from home.

I will also be going into the office tomorrow (on my day off) to fix my mistake, and start making an exit plan.

Before you deal your judgement, please read the other post for full context.

So, WIBTA for quietly moving out? What would you do if you were me? Any general advice?