My crazy narcissistic mother called the cops on me twice for bringing my phone over to her house.

But after years of dealing with her awful treatment, as well as her mistrust towards me and my father,

I'm seriously at my breaking point and I now just don't know what to do.

Here's what happened.

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Check the links in the description if you would like to submit your own story. So my dad just bought me a new phone for my birthday. I really liked it, so I decided to bring it to my

mom's house. And that weekend, I brought it to my mom's house and she was completely cool with it.

So I thought to myself, okay, since she is fine with it, I should be able to bring it again, right? Well, when she picked me up from school,

she started to head to my dad's house, and I asked her, well, why are we going to my dad's house?

And this was unusual because she despised my dad and my stepmom. She responded by saying,

Because you are not going to bring that phone to my house ever again. And she sounded

super grouchy, even though I just asked her a simple question. When we

arrived, my dad stepped out on the front porch and he was confused. I mean, we all were. My mom told

me to hand the phone to my dad, which I refused to do so because I didn't know the reasoning.

Plus, it was my own property. And my therapist told me it would be better if I bring it just

in case something happens and I need to call somebody for some reason.

My dad asked what was going on because he was genuinely confused of why she was there. At this point, my mom went ballistic.

She went on about how I should be calling my dad on her weekend, even though she tries to distance herself from me when I am there.

She even tries to keep me in my room and just stays on her phone.

So why should it matter if I'm calling someone that actually enjoys my company?

Well, my mom got mad that I wouldn't give my dad my phone,

so she had the bright idea of saying she was going to call the cops on her own daughter.

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