Stop being mad at her. It doesn't help her, it doesn't help you, and it sure as heck frustrates me that you want me to help you rather than her just because you want to hang on to some petty bitterness. Heck, what exactly was there to be mad about anyways? She was just trying to clarify something for you, and yet you assumed she thought you were stupid? Ugh, don't even start...
That is what you lack: cooperation and respect. We are the only reasons why you are not in a nursing home right now. Both of us are busting our asses with work (plus, with me going to college) so we can pay for the utilities and such. You don't cooperate with her because of this bitterness, and you don't cooperate with me by waiting until I get home to do you the favor, when she was there the whole time for you.
Because I don't have a room to myself anymore (thanks to my stepmom), I have to live in this small apartment, on this couch, where the huge stinkin' TV is, and every morning at 7, it's turned on, disturbing much needed rest on my part. Plus, with her, you don't seem to appreciate what she does for you at all, snapping at her for no good reason and rolling your eyes like you're some immature high schooler. On top of that, you haven't taken your medications the doctors prescribed for you to deal with this attitude of yours, so you not respecting or cooperating with your doctors.
With all this being said...it's no freggin wonder why you're in your present state...No wonder at all why you had to go to the hospital two times this year already. You're killing yourself, and this is not how I want to remember you...
Pinkie Pool's archnemesis: Oatmeal.