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Input: I'm 23 and provided full time care for my 3 year old sister I am essentially her parent 90% percent of the time. I also have a 12 year old brother and a 10 year old sister whom I cook for as well.

  
My Step-father is the provider for the family, he works construction 6 days a week for about 10 Hrs . My mom goes to the methadone clinic at 8:40AM and comes back between 11AM - 5PM, usually around 3PM.

  
Now on to what happened earlier today.  
When I use a measuring cup I take it off the little ring that keeps them together so I don't need to wash them all out and this pisses her off to no end because it's "not how she cooks in her kitchen". However today I did not make anything and my dad was in the kitchen playing with my baby sister who took them out and left them on the table after they left. This blew her top and she started yelling at me saying I'm "leaving messes for her to pick up" (it was the only thing out in the kitchen) and then upon me groaning about her yelling it pissed her off more and she screamed about how I'm "going through her room and messing with her shit" (this stems from me and my dad having searched the room months ago and finding xanax). Now the previous day she came home dead tired to the extent of slurring her words and dropping her keys outside and leaving them there because she couldn't be bothered. Due to her being so tired she didn't remember leaving her make up bag in the car, her purse in the living room, or much of anything else. And when unable to find said things she yelled at me for moving her shit. Now I'm very tolerant when she is directing the shouts at me but we had also fought two nights before at 2 am and I asked her to be quite and I would too thus ending the argument, however she always need to get in a couple extra paragraphs.

Again today I asked her to do the same as I had just woke up, and as before she kept going on and on and on and on.  
I snapped and yelled for her to "Shut The Fuck Up" this escalated quickly to her calling me a piece of shit and how she never would have talked to her mom like that (guess what she has) and then continued on by saying I was ungrateful and what kind of son I was. I ended up losing it and essentially said she's a shit mom who always has to have things her way and couldn't even take care of her own kid for 3 years and how she dropped me on my grandma so she could have a few extra dollars to buy her dope when I was a kid. And that when on for a good 30 minutes until my dad got back and stopped it.

TL;DR I'm 23, dropped out of high school to care for mom after back surgery and stopped progress towards my GED due to fatigue as I've essentially been a full time parent for my baby sister (3) and 2 other siblings (12 &amp; 10) for the last 4 years. Got into a word war with my mom because of a measuring cup, it escalated, she called me a trash son and piece of shit and I called her a shit parent and a junkie.

fighting with my mother