I’m really tired of her going through my stuff and rearranging it the way she wants. It’s all just an excuse for her to see what I have. I’m tired of her talking about how I spend my money; so what if I spend it all. It’s not her problem. None of my business is her problem. The day I move out can’t come fast enough. I’m sick and tired of her criticism. If it wasn’t for me she’d have no one. When I leave she definitely won’t have anyone.