I loathe my mother.
I loathe my mother. In fact I don't like most of my family. I'm 24 years old now but still feel like a moody teenager when it comes to interacting with my family. I try to be nice to my mother, but everything she says somehow always sounds like the most moronic utterance anyone has ever attempted ever. She is the loudest eater I've ever heard. She manages to crunch on mashed potato. She's materialistic. She is unbelievably ignorant about everything.
I get really irritated when she tries to strike up a conversation. She has no sense of personal privacy, and doesn't seem to realise how much I can't stand her. I can't stand being in the same room as her, I feel really uptight and irritable.
I know this must sound awful, but it's the way I feel. I wish I didn't, but I do.