I feel good that I'm entering a place in my life where I no longer feel this bitter, intense anger toward my mother. Now I sort of just don't give a shit. It happened. Sometimes I still get really angry, like when I get bills for $2,000 for expired accounts that I've never opened. Which brings me to the following story: my mother committed identity theft in my name.

She did the same thing to my older brother. When I turned 18, she began taking out credit cards in my name and opening bank accounts. She rarely got bank accounts in her own name. First because she's sketchy, and second I think she probably owes every bank in the entire world some money. She would sweetly say that I had just turned 18 and she was trying to build credit for her daughter (she has told me this, and still to this day maintains she was just trying to build my credit). She'd pay the minimum balance on the credit cards until the minimum balance became too much, and then she'd just stop paying. She didn't have insurance, and oxycontin is severely expensive without it, she'd use credit cards in my name to pay for her drugs. She completely lived off of them, and would often go on spa weekends when she had absolutely no money. She always wanted to be rich, and would've been if she would've just been smarter about all the money she stole from my dad.

One day she showed up at the house my brother and I were living in (it was technically her house. 50% belonged to my dad and 50% to my grandmother. My grandmother was terrified of her and my mom forced her to sign over her 50%. My dad put his 50% in a trust for my brothers in I, but stupidly had my mom draw up the papers. So while the trust is in our names, she is the trustee and has all control) with a stack of papers to discuss my buying the house for around $350,000 (it was worth nowhere near this much, in her attempts to "fix it up" on her own, she made it look like a tacky piece of shit). I told her there was absolutely no way I was buying the house, I was 19 and had no money and no job. She told me I had to buy it, that we'd been discussing that I would buy the house for a year (couldn't tell if she was just being nuts or if this was one of her drug delusions). This is when she told me that she had built my credit up to the minimum credit score allowed for me to buy a house. She'd been trying to sell it for years; I told her it was pretty pathetic that she'd try to force her daughter into buying a house (that is half mine!) for an escalated value just so that she could get some money.

Now I'm 22. I would love to buy a house one day soon, but despite my attempts, creditors make it unbelievably easy to commit identity theft, and even after you've proved it, all that matters to them is money. I had an investigator talk to me once after I filed the police report. She told me that we'd repair my credit and my mom would get what she had coming to her. I never spoke to that woman again. Not because I didn't try. I've disputed all the items on my credit report that aren't mine, which is everything because I've never applied for a credit card or had anything like a cell phone in my own name. At this rate, and with the incompetent cops of Montgomery County who only care about busting low profile weed dealers trying to get by and high school parties, and in a capitalistic society that only values money, I'll probably never be able to buy my own home. Or car. Or anything. I'm still trying though.